Wapun Meadow The road is getting hard to see

Hills—well, this was quite the hill-stricken meadow. And so Frederick would murmur a quick 'thank you' and turn away in search. Their musky smell, dark ends, their place near the hills. Information that he would use in his quest for Sage.

And he would spend a few minutes padding along the grasses until a faint, familiar scent plucked at his nostrils. He followed after it, drinking in its smell until he found its flat leaves, long and slightly rounded. Fred's tail picked up, then, waving with a sort of pride.

Eti, he would call. This is sage, yes?