Whitewater Gorge Thorn bush

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Slipping from the comfort of the meadow, Envy's exploits would take her further, as she was seeking for a wooded area. Sure, her pawspads grew cracked and sore, but that was the price to pay for progress.

She hardly noticed it, really. The gentle flow of crimson that had begun to tease the grooves of her paws.

She remained ever-focused, muzzle to the ground, eyes strung right ahead like a dog on a scent. She had a few things to tick off her little brain list. Some more self-indulgent than others.

The wretch halted her pace. Scuttled on again. Halted. Scuttled. She was looking for herbs of a rarer variety, ones that couldn't be procured in the prairie grass of Yellowstone. Treating coughs and colds was not nearly as thrilling as treating injuries, but precedent demanded she be stocked regardless. She'd never been good at following rules, preferring to only resign to the ones that suited her, but she had to be a good dog, now. No slip ups. Good.

She had a good thing, and she'd already sunken her teeth deep into it.

Shifting across the grassy terrain, she displayed an uncharacteristic gentle touch as she uprooted a small patch of seer's sage. She used her tongue to roll it into the spaces between her teeth, ever careful not to puncture its leaves. Perhaps this one was a little more for herself than the good of the pack, but when had she ever paused to weigh her priorities? She was greedy. Hungry. She'd take all that was put on the plate in front of her.

Impish and squirrely, she slipped through patch of bracken one after another, unsatisfied coming home with only... experimental material to show for her travels.