Herbalists' Cache Freshen Those Canines

Leaving the marsh she had so recently found had been difficult and put her in a melancholy mood. Still, she wasn't completely down, as she carried part of the marsh with her in the dried mud caked to her legs and paws, and the fur of her belly. This is how she had always carried water with her, the water of her home in Murkmire, and more recently, the water of every swamp, marsh, bog, or fen she had discovered and left.

Entering this small wood, she found some solace in the trees, more comfortable in dark spaces than she was in the light. She looked about at all the interesting and medicinal plants, keeping this forest's location in her mind as a place she might like to come back to and study more. She could use some of these plants in a spell or ritual, if she needed to.

Nose-blind as she was, her sense of smell overpowered by the mucky scent of swamp water that wafted from her own body, she did not notice the wolf until she was only a few feet away. Taken by surprise, like a deer in headlights, she stopped suddenly and stared, eyes wide, and did not move a muscle.