Redsand Canyon and she painted her heart in hues of unwanted and forgotten

for Caregiver, perhaps @Dove or @Baptiste ? :)

The herbologist knew that whatever herbs had been washed away by the storms would not be fresh long. Their roots would be whetted by the flood but exposed, as soon as the sun reappeared from behind the veil of cloud cover they would begin to dry out. 

Thus it was pertinent to locate and gather them as quickly as possible lest their medicinal properties go to waste - at least to the healer. 

Awenfen hurried back to the hidey-hole she'd claimed and lined with loose sand, withdrawing the cracked, sun-bleached antelope's skull she'd found to store supplies in. As quickly as she could, the wolfdog bound her wounds with cobwebs as best she could - leaving those she could not possibly reach. 

From there she set out at a flinching trot on raw paws towards the edges of the torrent's path, toting the skull by its remaining horn - silver optics sweeping as she searched for anything green or leafy.