Moonstone Quarry maybe you're just like my mother, she's never satisfied.

Kinusi moved throughout the quarry. Bold as brass and softly humming under her breath. In her maw was a beat up fur skin, full to the brim with herbs she had found in the local prairie lands. It was nice to be of use again. To find things that could heal an ailment or ease a cough. She had begun to understand implicitly why her father kept a garden. It was hard to hunt the herbs some times. 

She did a little jig in place as she walked. Her tail whipping around in delight. It was delightful today. The sun was shining. The air was nice. She had found herbs. It was a good day.