Lost Creek Hollow Lynx

Well, to be honest - on empty days in late autumn Esma had shelved her obedience before gods and had - in fact - stolen some older goods from previous offerings. Her reasoning being that she would be of more use to gods as a living follower than a dead one. Mom needn't know this.

While mom explained, what each plant was for, Esma leaned down to sniff them. She scrunched her nose, not liking the smell of either one. Then looked up at Ash Paw as if asking, if this really something gods would enjoy. If they were in any way like the regular wolves, they would prefer meat. And that part that made them special - meant that they could not get colds, right?

"Alright," she nodded, sat down and began to work.