Blackfeather Woods Decisions

Venus had been thinking a lot about spying. Something else had been banging her. She has had a interest in herbs. With winter quickly approaching, maybe Blackfeather would like another herbalist. One thing she didn't know, was if she could specialize in two different things. She poked her nose around a few trees, looking for moss. Even if she wouldn't be accepted, she wasn't going to deprive her pack of moss when winter is so close. She found a huge clump on the base of a tree. She griped it with her small front teeth, and gently pulled. The clump came of with little resistance. 

She trotted along, thoughts still whizzing through her mind about specialties. If she couldn't have both, which would she choose? She picked up a few more small clumps of moss, until she decided it was time to talk to @Burke. In the middle of thinking, a few loose strands of moss tickled her nose, making her shoot a loud sneeze, the moss balls flying in every direction. She laughed a bit, and went around picking up each individual moss ball. She passed by the Mire, glancing at a large heron. She lowered her nose to the ground, Burke's faint smell was over powered to the smell of the rotting swamp. She padded along, hoping to bump muzzle first into Burke to express her concerns. She planned to tell him about her past experiences, she hoped he would give her a small test to prove her devotion. But she still was torn between spy work and herbalist work, if she had to choose between the two.