Lost Creek Hollow See if you don't end up un-broke

Her trot was swift, her tail bannered up behind her with a sharp curve at its end, like the sighthound she didn’t know she embodied. Faun was a quick mover, with a stumble and limp every now and again from the odd pins and needles. The scar on her leg, though it had healed quite well, had still been rather deep.

She followed the other young wolf, her eyes venturing around the hollow as they walked through it. Faun was snapped back to reality, however, when Crowfeather spoke of mint.

Oh! She quietly slipped past him, moving to the patch and dropping her head to inhale it.

Oh this will do wonderfully. I’m going to need to start collecting herbs as soon as I can for winter.