Fairspell Meadow sangre

After his parting from the herbalist, Briar's wanderings were uneventful. Although it gave him the thought to keep an eye out for any medicinal plants he knew. The frost would come soon enough, and any traveler in winter needed every resource they could find. This day he spent scouring the meadows for anything of use. As he moved, Briar was keenly aware of the mesa looming. His last parting with the wolves of Akashingo was pleasant, albeit he was out of his depth.

However no prize would be found in Briar's plant hunt. He blamed his own experience. Lifting his head from the earth, a silver flash was nestled within the swaying grass. Two-tone eyes narrowed. Briar looked over his shoulder before approaching. Heart quickening to find the downed woman.

Ah hell, you okay miss? Briar once again looked around. Her scent was intermingled with another. Had she a companion? Where were they?

No such luck in sighting another. The hair along his spine bristled, unnerved. With a hum to himself, Briar extended a paw to prod her shoulder. Hey! Are you able to wake up?