Northstar Vale Megalomaniac

She lingered awfully close to Viskani, fur that once bristled now laid flat, and her demeanour faded to one far more casual. She even flicked the woman with her tail a few times, ever the touchy one.

Jus' a few more things n' I can be outta your hair. I'll let em' know you've done me a favour. She continues on, along the way, gathering those coveted raspberry leaves and a few other scraps of the mountain's bounty, some tucked within the crags, requiring a far more crafty approach- hardly a problem for stick-thin limbs. ..Y'only take so much, wanna leave plenty to grow back later. Then you can keep coming to a spot to restock through the year. She informs the other, considering this little exchange of information a form of payment.—that, and she was actively showing her where the herbs grew.

Crimson eyes lit up she could not help but ramble on, she was never a great teacher, but boy did she ever like to talk. Doesn't work with everything, but established plants tend to linger. With others, sometimes its best to wait for them to spread their seeds, later in the season, before you harvest them. Some... are just one time wonders. Lucky finds. Its a balance.

She'd defined a little trail of her own, through here, through the valley and the forest, around the gorge; and though her paws had cracked and bled from her sheer tenacity in the months prior, she had established her route, which made any blood spilt worthwhile. Purposeful.

...I should head home fore' the sun sets. Its a long trip and I wanna get going before it starts gettin' chilly. She halts her pace, a fine little bundle nestled at her paws. A fruitful last harvest, before autumn would take the valley.