Redsand Canyon Where Warriors Tread, Healers Dread

Maiken had been moving about her for sometime. There was nothing to be done or said. She had moved most of her garden to a nearby swamp. A small grassy area, where no one could find it. She had to slog through the most disgusting vile substances, but once there, well the light and dark places, the water, the one dry place in the swamp. It was a small safe haven and she had loved it. She missed the hot springs, where they had grown before, but this would suffice for now.

In her maw she carried a rabbit skin, filled to the brim with herbs and cobwebs, and small things bones and the like. In cases he needed to set a break, in case a child needed to chew on something. ALl sorts of things. She had seen the wolves here from a distance, they all seemed like warriors and well warriors always needed healers right?