Blacktail Deer Plateau A bit of peace and quiet

Dante studied the picture carefully, committing the details to memory. Long plant with a nice, bushy top. He'd keep an eye out for anything that looked like that as well as any red or yellow plants. He figured he could bring back whatever he found and she would tell him when he got it right. Then he'd know what to look for.

"I'll keep on the lookout. Can't have you running low on healing supplies, can we?" He smiled, but it was true. Winter was a time of hardship, sickness and injuries due to the cold or ice common. They would need all the skill she had to offer, he was willing to bet, before the season had run its course.