Swiftcurrent Creek Good men are not like buses. There won't be another one 'round in ten minutes.

Aquene had escaped the frigid temperatures of the northern lands. Come summer, she would seek out such weather again, if only to avoid the sweltering heat that came with a thick pelt and an attitude… but for now, the weather was comfortable enough for her no matter where she went, colder even… She had been following the creek since she had first stumbled upon it, hoping that prey would do the same in hopes of filling her belly. She was a shit hunter. She could provide for herself, but her birth pack had been segregated in it’s roles, and so she had never developed her hunting skills as much as another might have.
 
As a healer, her food had simply been brought to her while she had been tending to patients. It had been a comfortable life… one that she almost regretted leaving behind, but the shadow of her mother’s death still lurked over her and encompassed her mind in nightmares that lingered from time to time in the solace of her loneliness. It was along the venture that she caught sight of another, having the misfortune of being downwind so she spotted the woman before she smelt her, her head tilting to the side as her eyes widened. Hesitance filled her step for just a second before she made her way over.
 
Conversation could do her well, trudging through the slush as her paws started to freeze. Perhaps she could find some intelligence of interest that could further guide her travels, not that she really knew what she was looking for. She noticed the way that the woman dug, a frown finding her features instantly when she realized what it was. “Horsetail? Is everything okay?” She asked with concern, knowing that the plant was often used to help stop bleeding and treat ulcers.