Moonspear run away

After the relatively awkward climb to the site of Kindle's pack, Haedwig only remained through the night before departing to gather the herbs from her previous den. The trip had lasted a few days before she returned with her things.

Thyme purposefully caught in her fur, poppy and feverfew tucked neatly behind ears, wild garlic clutched in her teeth. An old bear den was the final piece, the perfect place to squeeze into.

First tossing in the garlic, Haedwig began to quietly unpack the rest of her plants, putting each piece inside with a bit more care than the last. Everything about this den was undesireable, and that made it just right for her.. so long as the bear didn't choose to come back for it this year.

This was nothing like the Silver Court, unsettlingly so. Haedwig missed it dearly, but knew better than to complain. They easily could have turned her out; just because she didn't hold much respect here didn't mean it wasn't worth holding onto. She likely wouldn't survive winter on her own.