Herbalists' Cache He will slay you with his tongue, o lei o lai o lord,,

forwarded to 7-31-2020
@Friede

Célnes breathed in the fresh scent of pine. Her paws treading over the needles that fell, and her nose simply smelling the berries and mushrooms that were hidden all around. There was even plants she could vaguely recognize as medical treatments, only due to recieving them at previous titmes. The place was a fruitful forest- and perhaps a heaven toward doctors alike.

The Déorwine's, despite recently joining a Pack, tended to stray away from the area. She knew her siblings had different excuses, and her own was 'settling' into the land. Perhaps it was more of scouting, especially so to one that felt so familiar. However, it was still dutifully noted, this area contained no Apostles.

It was not a place the High Elk had settled.

Perhaps he blessed along the way, for it's bountiful fruit, shrooms and herbs, but it wasn't the outcome she desired.