The dark priestess was scouting the mountains for herbs. While prey was important for a growing pack so was medicine. If a pack got sick it could be more devastating than starvation even could be. And she was already harboring a sick wolf, both in mind and body. The mountain contained some of the herbs she needed and she had found some of them, though she needed a few hours to find the last few specimens.
She was sniffing the ground, searching for a species of fungi that inhabited the high mountains when she heard a gasp. Surprised by it, the priestess' head swiveled to the sound. The priestess walked towards it, wondering what might be going on. She was disappointed to see just a small wolf curled up on the ground. "Is something wrong?"
