Cedar Sweep Black swan

Little devil herbalist made her way beyond border lines, eager eager eager!

She would weasel her way into the hearts of those she now served, make herself irreplaceable! Beloved!

who could not love a thing such as her? Look at her sweet, pretty face. (Ignore the drop of red on her lip.)

Waifish silver traipsed through unclaimed land, nose to the dirt, finding and unearthing what little she could; the next month was bound to be harsh, one night could spell the end of every ill-timed sprout in the ground. Alas!- Winter was the season of hoarding, and Envy intended to do just that- even if it took her beyond the safety of pack boundary.

As if she was scared of anything, anyways.