Fairspell Meadow Newts eye, prickle paws, berries and luck

Petite dainty body moved throughout the meadow. Calico colored fur bright against the back drop of autumn. Blue eyes searching, always searing as she kept her gaze on the horizon.  The sky cloudy and grey. The Cold weather, forcing her to keep on moving. Winter was almost upon them.

She sniffed for any remnants of any type of herb left to the grounds. And she wanted to take some of the berry bushes back to the pack lands, and grow them there. She had just the thicket in mind. Tail whipping back and forth as she walked, a gentle hum under her breath. 

Despite the coldness of the weather and the mist that clung to her coat. She was in good spirits.