Hoshor Plains parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme

At Cinar’s question, Merel looked away. It should not be hard, he said, as if health was all that mattered. To some wolves, perhaps that was true.

Maybe. What’s harder is worth finding someone worth following, Merel snorted. (Was the problem really that there were no good leaders? Or that it was easier to act as if there weren’t?)

Merel tried to brush those thoughts aside. Yet a restless prickling still crept up her spine, and already her gaze began to drift elsewhere.

Well, Cinar, I hope you find what you’re looking for, Merel told him with a smile. Perhaps she too would head west; for now, she intended to investigate these plains. Maybe someday we’ll hunt together.