Bearclaw Valley contorno

As she came upon a waterway she stopped again, placing the herb bundle between her paws while she surveyed the area. She almost missed Arielle, who was a gray-stone creature; only taking note when she moved and the striking ochre of her various markings shifted in a way that leaves wouldn't. Most of the trees in this area were bare or holding snow, which helped make Arielle stand out.

Hey, girl. Unfortunately for Stryx, the old woman had momentarily forgotten her superior's name. She insisted by tone alone that Arielle stop what she was doing. What're you doin' in there, fishing for rot?

Stryx was frowning and visibly bothered by the sight of the girl wading in to the water. It wasn't too deep; it wasn't even that terrible of an idea, however Stryx did not want to risk losing her bundle of herbs just to treat the wayward wolf.

I've got some ah, hell, she wasn't even sure what she'd grabbed at this point and had to look at the spread on the ground. The herbs had unrolled from the strip of birch bark she'd used to keep them together, like a scroll. Chickweed, dried up old man's beard, and some berries for taste. Come over here, you need to be checked out just as much as everyone else. It'd be better to soak all these things in some water to soften them, or give them to Arielle to chew herself, but, Stryx wanted to keep back from the edge.