Sleepy Fox Hollow saturday

It had not been easy to find what she had been searching for. In fact, the plant had been in the back of her mind ever since she had arrived here in the hollow. The long, grassy-like stalks poked through the snow. They were brown now, their yellow flowers long gone, but she was certain it would have the intended effect. Fiona began to dig at the snow around the cluster of plants, then ripped chunks of it from the soil. She would need a hefty supply.

Fiona left at least ninety percent of the original growth there, as she had been taught to do by her mentors, then headed back to the creek near her dugout of a den.