Sleepy Fox Hollow hang around

looking for widow, but all welcome!

Fiona checked on the pool of water near the stream daily, ensuring that the color slowly changed. It was a gradual, subtle process, but she could see it working. Whatever made up the stalks was beginning to seep into the water. Only a day or two more, and it would be ready for her. She returned today to the place where she had found the first batch of the plant she harvested, checking to see how it fared. Fiona knew it would not sprout this deep in winter, but it did at least look undisturbed by others.

There were other scents on the wind in her relatively new home. A woman. A woman who may not wish to be going through what she currently was, especially with two young, unstable men on the loose. Fiona put her nose to the ground and began tracking the @Widow's scent, although she did not know her by that name.