Blackfeather Woods Must Be The Season Of The Witch

The Seer clearly knew her herbs. Ash Paw for a moment wished her to join them, but she realized this woman would never cowl to a man, not Ingram or any. And for a brief moment, she wished perhaps this woman had found her before Dreadfather, but her loyalty lay with him for now.

I have as well, though medicine was more what my auntie taught. The toxins were something I Learned on my own from others. Or from observation. My auntie and grandma were both healers and midwives.


Ash Paw moved along, nose to the ground. Can you think of anything other than Ginger I could seek out? I may have forgotten a lesson along the way.