Herbalists' Cache a couple of pretty flowers

Masquerade wondered if @Redd or even Avicus would’ve responded the very same way. She thought about seeking out her sister to consult, though she found herself resistant. Surely the new Wealda wouldn’t want strange women gallivanting around the rise, possibly luring away their men. The very thought set the Caru’s teeth on edge.

Instead of looking for Redd, Masque took it upon herself to sweep the nearby plain to make certain the she-wolf really had gone. There was no trace of her, though she instead found the trail of some white-tailed deer crossing the wide swatch of frozen grass. Their scent led the she-wolf almost due south. When it turned east, she stopped her idle pursuit.

She turned to lope home when the scent of blood snaked into her nose. Masquerade’s head turned sharply, eyes combing over the nearby forest. There was a wolf in there, possibly injured. Her ears fell back uncertainly, eyes narrowing in thought. With a snort, the Caru headed into the undergrowth, prowling as furtively as she could manage in the unfamiliar terrain.

Masque eventually caught sight of a figure through the trees ahead. She slunk closer. The stranger’s tongue against her paw drew the Redtail’s attention there as she tried to assess the nature of her injury.