Shadewood something wild calls me home

@Themis

The forest was a welcomed change from the snowy mountains. While supple grass peeked through here and there at the mountain's base, a thick layer of partially thawed ice packed down most of the ground, and Turmeric was certain he'd fallen down over big and clumsy paws more times in the last two days than he had all winter long.

Despite all his tumbling, however, he had found one use for the range, and he busied himself to return there, just after he collected a few more rocks. A stripped piece of bark served as a perfect basket to carry his treasures, and he loaded that basket high. He wouldn't be able to take the wood up the towpaths, of course, but he could bring it to their base, and even now, as he enjoyed a bit easier terrain around the forest's lower reaches. A snaking stream had led him here, and he scuffed about in a wedge of the river bank to unearth the stones that lay beneath the snow.