Deepwood Weald For that with which you are.

Maiken had traveled further than she had dared in some time. Though a longing for some sort of herb life that she could gather and take back to her new home, was what drove her. There was much to be done. She wanted it all to work out as well as it could.

Arlette had grown quiet since her child's painful hunt. And Maiken in an effort to not bother her, was trying to grow the things she wanted. So that this would make her happy. Give her a small bit of happiness during the turmoil in her life. For a moment Maiken briefly thought of the wolves from her past, her parents and the wolf beast @Jörmungandr . He had both fascinated and irritated her, so bias with their blood and last names. Last names that had no home here in these wilds.

She continued through the weld, searching for Rosemary or Thyme. Singing a norwegian folk song in a clear, high, voice. Hitting all the notes. Something she hadn't dared to do in some time.

Den store, hvide flok vi se,
Som tusen berge ful av sne,
Med skov omkring av palmesving,
For tronen. Hvo er det?