Bearclaw Valley Somehow you strayed and lost your way

Arielle lingered towards the back wall of mosskeep, inspecting the progress of her experiments. As with every part of her learning so far, this had taken a bit of trial and error. It wasn't until she had been collecting moss that she had an epiphany. One of the stones that lined a specific part of the channel had broken in half somehow and water had pooled in the broken place between the two stone shards. 

She had promptly returned to the healing den and dug about a dozen small, round holes in the ground. They were deep enough that if she stepped inside one, her foreleg would disappear to a few inches above her wrist. 

It had taken her days to line the bottom of each hole with small, smooth river rocks she collected from the floor of the channel. Under the rocks was a layer of dead leaves and grass. Her goal was to be able to have water sitting inside without it absorbing too much into the dirt below. She had tried with just the leaves and grass but it did not have the desired results. The rocks had taken her closer to what she wanted, though, enough that it would do until she found a better way. 

Each hole had been filled with snow, and then the bruin-heart had slept on top of them so the snow would melt. 

Now she had various plants and bark soaking in each one. Everyday, she would add more plants or more water until she found a balance that felt right. She sought guidance from the bear in this regard. The spirit often spoke to her in feelings rather than words. 

Things looked promising today. Arielle thought they would soon be ready to use on patients.