Blackfeather Woods Must Be The Season Of The Witch

On any other day, Ash would have paid better attention. She would have noticed the shadow that tiptoed and slithered through the underbrush. However, with the crows overhead and the thoughts overcrowding in her head, she was on a mission for the plants and herbs they needed and she wanted before fall was over and winter was fully upon them. It would not do to not have properly stocked caches.

Ash Paw found some of the mushrooms she had been searching for and she eyed them with distaste, flipping a rabbit skin from around her throat, she flipped them into it with her nose. Lifting it in a tight bundle she continued on.

Belladonna was around here, and though she disliked it, it was useful. She also wouldn't mind some more sage or rosemary. The sweet ripe berries that grew beeneath shadowed eaves. Ginger root, she found. Could she find some Turmeric? or willow bark?

She snuffled continuing. Oblivious.