Bramblepoint It comes in waves, the letting go

Wrong on every single count. Impressive. Fennec couldn't help smiling though, if only a small one. The assumptions were natural. Fennec herself was just hardly one to fit expectations.

It was a barrier. The plants are poisonous. I grow both, but I'm no healer. Not anymore. She wasn't honestly sure what she was... witch still wasn't something she was ready to reclaim and any other title just felt incomplete. Hag. That one reminded her, fondly, of her old mentor. Maybe that was the one for now.

So if you do find it, I'd keep your distance from the actual herbs. I don't know what all is left in it. Well, if they didn't find it, he could at least maybe spread the word. Could be that everything was dead and there was nothing left to find.

I'm Fennec. She didn't bother to say where from. She wasn't sure she wanted him knowing, or anyone from that pack showing up in Mereo later. Better to leave things simple.