Blackfeather Woods the remedy is the experience

@Rowan @Zephyr recruit?

Lane knew there were wolves in the woods ahead, probably a pack. She had seen them coming and going over the last day or so while she was scouting out Otter Creek. Her creek-walking had been successful, and between her teeth she carried the fruit of her labor: a ball of chervil roots roughly the size of a wolf’s skull.  

Lane took a deep breath, steadying herself as she approached the treeline. It wasn’t that she was nervous exactly; it was just that she hadn’t done this on her own before, so it felt like the much-anticipated graduation from an entire childhood’s worth of training.

There was a small part of her that felt doubtful. Defeated. It was the rebellious part that had wanted distance from this way of life. It was the part of her that wanted to prove that she didn’t need her parents, or their customs, or their training.

But what choice did she really have? Her life skills were tragically limited beyond the medical training she was bequeathed. Right now, it was practice medicine or starve. She would ply her inherited trade to fill her belly today, so that she would have the energy to teach herself new skills tomorrow.