Ravensblood Forest Only the gods love me

Ash Paw walked from the coast. Her worship done for the day. Though now she was on a mission for herbs. It was the month of August. The Ram moon. This time of month was for the harvest. Collecting herbs and the like. Her grandma and her auntie had been reknowned healers, and she could if the occasion called for it heal.

She had the willow collar about her throat, the shell hanging there by her chest. It had broken part of her toe nail to get the hole in the top of the shell, but she had done it. So with that thought on her mind. She roamed. There was a pack nearby she could smell it. A young blood @Vale was a strong scent. She remembered her foray with the dreadfather, so she skirted around the pack territory line. Close, but  not crossing.