Heron Lake Plateau you're an ancient ruin, a symbol of hubris and decay

He was mightily pleased to see her, she noted. There was a sense of apprehension in him too, like a shying away, but he closed the distance to her quickly, and was low and interested at the same time.

Careful, aye! He was so focused on her, he hadn't seen the bundle she carried; or maybe he did and that's why he slunk so close, to greet and to inspect. Mag put down the bundle and greedily pressed her nose in to the boy's scruff, to learn more of where he'd been.

All she could smell was Saint, now that she knew Fury's scent.

As she withdrew from him, she grabbed for the bundle and began to unfurl the wide leaves and grasses that bound it. Here, fer yer perusal.

She didn't bother organizing all the things for him. He could suss out a few himself: some yarrow, bundles of withered flowers, a mushroom cap or two, and some black seeds.