Otatso Wetlands look at what they made you give

Even when winter was looming over the shoulders of Teekon Wilds, the priestess could still find herbs in the wetlands of the north. It was remarkable how long these sturdy little things held before snowfall. They were smaller and had weaker medicinal value than those of them collected in the riper seasons, but Meldresi did not waste anything.

The priestess wrapped her bundle in bark slivers; to protect them from her jaws, and tucked it underneath her chin. She could carry more in her mouth that way and double her workload. This would have to be her final expedition too, especially with the possibility that she was carrying Bane's pups of all things.

Meldresi was about to move on, but she sensed movement. Stopping in her tracks, the dark woman looked about, indigo eyes searching for the culprit, years of experience soon locating the male who walked quietly, near silently through the wetlands. The dark female read him for a while, sensing a solemn, troubled soul in his bright green eyes. "You seem troubled," She said, loud enough for him to hear, the bundle of herbs dropping to the ground as she spoke.