Neverwinter Forest Song Bird, Healing Flight

Around her throat she bore her own pouch of healing herbs. Her father had taught her how to roll a fur. IT took a lot of work, but it was easy with nose. The small torn pieces of other fur separating the herbs and then he had showed her, with the death of one of claw tips. How to bore a hole, he hadn't told her that she would have to press down so hard that her claw would also go through the dirt and very possibly break. Not cool dad. And then it was held tight with a branch she had gnawed off a tree to hold it tight. It was not easy to make and it hurt, but she had one just like him.

She also carried beaver fur, weasel fur and a deer pelt her father had gifted her. The herbs, her skill and the beaver and weasel fur were for the pack to accept her. The deer for her den. he had told her how to behave and had explained she always had a home if she found she wanted to go back to the spear. 

This time she did not barrel over the pack lands and she realized. Sadly that she did not know the beast's name still to this day that lived here. Oh well. She lifted her nose to the sky and called out for a leader. @Callyope or @Solharr