The Heartwood 'Cause if your heart is set on something that it's not suppose to be

The glen held a lot, but Fennec occasionally had found that straying into outside lands was a fantastic way to add to her repotoire.  And her arsenal of plants.  That in mind, she had made her way carefully into the neighboring forest and spent most of the morning gathering up full plants that she could relocate to a spot near her forming den.

Her pouch was half full, and once again she found herself in the presence of an unknown plant.  An idea had crept up on her, but to accomplish it, she'd need to track down a small kill.  She didn't want to waste anything the glen wolves hunted for this.  

In the meantime she began to carefully dig, this time not using her mouth for any part of the process.  It didn't smell sickly-sweet, but that didn't mean too much right now.  First she needed to determine if it was safe to ingest; she could sort out what it did after.