Duskfire Glacier cherry lips, crystal skies

Hey, here she is. Just building Néa up for a Healer soon. XD

Néa had been sniffing out a few herbs, her keen sense trying to pick up the familiar scent of yarrow, hopefully growing a nearby forested section but so far, she'd had very little luck. Yarrow grew sparsely on the colder areas but perhaps she would find a small forested indent, growing somewhere near the protected root and thanked the Spirits that the sky was light and a great amount of light was produced by the bright stars.

Approaching a small grove of trees, she picked up a familiar scent and grinned with triumph and pride. She was almost fully sure it was yarrow she was smelling, though the scent was notoriously similar to so many herbs and plants that who really knew. Her only consolation was that yarrow grew strong and in collective bunches, easily collected and dried, though she would have to ask Scarlett for permission to hang them rudimentarily or in bunches in the warm den. She dug around the base of the trees, under the twining roots and growled in happy victory as she gripped her jaws around the base of a green evergreen yarrow.

She tugged and tugged for a few seconds, growling once again in pride as the strong rooted plant slid from the moderately frozen ground of the grove. She set about carefully separating the individual bunches into manageable sections that she could carry to the den. The astringent herb was so very useful, she was so happy to have found some. It could be used to staunch bleeding, as an antiseptic, as a digestive stimulant and even to to stop nosebleeds.

A bright light had lit up the area around her, even as she scented the semi-familiar scent of a packmate and Scarlett on the young juvenile wolf whose russet coat stuck against the snow like a bloodstain. The great lights wove like an intricate tapestry across the darkened sky, beautiful and waving in green, gold and berry red across the heavens. Her mother used to say it was the Great Bears running across the skies, guiding the spirits of the lost and the dead into the great star worlds that housed their ancestors.

She approached her fellow wolf, barking happily to find the famous older juvenile that Scarlett had told her so much about and sitting her rump down a few paces from the russet wolf, as she too surveyed the beautiful skies and the colours that wove across them.

"They are beautiful aren't they? I'm Néa by the way." She spoke after she deposited her bundles of yarrow down onto the snow as she watched the sky.