Herbalists' Cache antistékomai

It was a miracle she'd made it this far, really.

Foxglove did not know what had happened. All she knew was that mama was gone, and then Uncle Everett was gone, and then she heard shouting and — and she just didn't know what to do. She'd tried to follow mama, but had lost her scent trail among the others.

So she followed her uncle.

The pup was shivering and muddy by the time she found him, exhausted but still bright-eyed with fear. Her paws seemed to turn heavy beneath her the moment she spotted him in the distance. She nearly didn't make it close enough to call out.

But somehow she did, little legs folding beneath her as she called out in a voice thickened by many tears shed, U-uncle Ev'rett? What was he doing? She couldn't tell. Foxglove started to cry all over again, overwhelmed by so many things she did not understand.