Chimera Fields to be hid

Haedwig was on the search for feverfew this morning, and in a field like this she couldn't imagine facing much difficulty.

Thyme was still tangled and tucked into thick neck fur from the day prior, and while the smell was pleasant it was more the convenience of it for Haedwig.

There was a soft breeze today, a break from the summer weather as they came into the cold season. Most wolves would be glad for it, but Haedwig couldn't help but be bothered by how it made her legs ache and stuffed up her nose. If she had any hope of putting her failing scent glands to use, the cold had completely ruined it.