Blacktail Deer Plateau hold her down with soggy clothes and breezeblocks

“Chamomile would be great!” She could barely contain the words as they rushed past her muzzle—suddenly, the potential to ease some of her anxiety practically falling into her paws. “Mint, as well,” she paused, considering, knowing both she would be able to dry out and store.

“I can offer some willow bark in return, if needed. Or some marigold.”

It seemed their newest neighbor was simply looking for a life of simplicity and safe harbor. She would need to relay her findings when she returned.