Wild Berry Meadow We can fly or we could take this slow

Here I was wondering when you’d find some manners. Bridget winked, then rolled the rest of the way to her stomach and stood. Compensating for her missing leg had become habit to the point where, more often than not, she forgot about it entirely. The only time she was forced to remember was when she hunted.

I’m Bridget. It’s nice to meet you, Reyson.

She took another look at what he was gathering, then smiled. She could absolutely help him out, actually. These are all great, but here, follow me. She gestured, then began to lope off towards a spot she knew had some of the later wildflowers.

If you want to give her some color, she might like these. Bridget walked a small circuit, plucking a few here and there, before coming back with a bundle of purple and yellow flowers. She dropped them, smiling at him with a satisfied air. The purple’s coneflower. She should know, but you never want to give too much. Just a bit can help with a lot of illnesses, though. Can keep some illness away too. It wasn’t her go-to immune booster, but it certainly was the prettiest, and it was one she liked to keep around as a backup.

The yellow is St. Johnswort. It doesn’t do much for healing, but it’s great for helping a wolf relax, and sometimes that’s better than other medicine. You can also give it to someone having trouble sleeping, if they don’t want something stronger. She pushed them towards him, then laughed. Again, I’m sure she’ll know. But if you are going to give your lady some supplies, why not a bouquet too. Right?