Blackfoot Forest Beautiful Disaster

It was as if the life had returned in a single night, the green was back and it was so vivid looking that it nearly hurt her eyes. The meadow near her den had revived with wild flowers, sending up a sweet perfume to the air. The prey had returned with it and Liri would never again take the plants for granted. She would always be grateful for every blade of grass.

Liri picked fresh herbs to dry for the coming winter, just as she had done when she first arrived in Rosings. She plucked them sparingly, leaving plenty of room for more to grow in and enough that she would have a small pile to dry outside her den. 

Stretching out in the sun, Liri took a moment to peacefully observe the shady forest she called home, basking in the warmth of the summer sun from her spot in the open clearing.