Grouse Thicket Where the wild things are.

Curiosity drove her from Rusalka's limits and down south, followiing the river, which turned out to be a good choice as it kept her from the foul smelling bog near to it. Stryx thought she could find fresh herbs if she went far enough. The forest rose up around her through the humid mist, giving shelter and shadows, but Stryx found the air thicker beneath the cover of the trees and she did not enjoy the taste. As she roamed she came across some clusters of weeds, shoots that looked like wild garlic and onion, and further along a nest of ratty flowers. She lingered by these, noticing how many of the wide red petals had fallen from the buds - and others looked chewed up - which made her wonder if this was deer territory. The thought caused her belly to rumble.