Firefly Glen But you see, it's not me

Fennec slept the majority of the next day, trying to shake the final effects of the poision running through her system.  She still had a pounding head, but after a long drink at the stream, in the afternoon she felt closer to normal.  Close enough to try to maybe eat something.

First things first.  Fennec gathered up her pouch and made the trek back to where she thought she'd left the plant.  It took her a bit to find it... but eventually she did.  Carefully, and using only her paws, she rolled the thing into her pouch and grasped the hide.  From now on, she'd always use the hide if she wasn't sure.  It had probably been stupid of her to forget it yesterday, and that stupidity had almost killed her.

She carried it back to her spot and dropped it within the shallow dugout.  She'd leave it in the fur for now and somehow carefully plant it later.  No one else would likely come in here to get it, and she'd remember.  There was no chance of her mistaking it for anything but deadly now, but she wasn't convinced she wouldn't have use for it later.  It was too good of a find to let rot.

With a quick shake of her pelt, she set off, nose to the ground in search of either easy pickings or a trail.  Maybe she'd get lucky and stumble on something unawares.