Deepwood Weald You can't keep them all caged

Haedwig had made her way into the weald searching for her next treasure; wild garlic.

Her search had become more urgent as the weeks went on; the plants wouldn't stay perky for much longer, and she still needed to find a poppy.

Hobbling along of her aching bones, the universe must have sense her urgency.. because this time she came upon what she was looking for almost immediately. Tail waving like a pleased pup, she immediately began to pull up the strong smelling route. Anybody nearby wouldn't be quick to thank her, that's for sure.

She had dropped the feverfew and thyme in a den, finally. The garlic would surely attract attention when she brought it back there.. but hopefully the smell would be undesireable enough to keep others away. That was the whole point, after all.