Permafrost Hollows savakti

a trade. but for plants? in this snow? heda frowned uncertainly. but she nodded all the same, still eager at the prospect of winning her spar.
she began to race out into the open taiga, slowing with nose to the earth and tail waving fiercely. heda wanted desperately to ask what had happened to the moonglow mother, but she did not.
having spent no time with mahler in his herbal studies, heda did not know how to search for medicinal plants. she began to roam in circles, worrying roots beneath the drifts.