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As if mountain soil ran through her veins, Mallaidh easily descended the mountain. The sun shown against her back as she trotted through the territory and out into world. There were sparseness in trees at places and she made every effort to keep in the open, feeling the heat combat with the coolness surrounding her.
Mallaidh hadn't found the abundance of herbs and medicines as she would have liked but she could not blame such a new pack that had no official healer. Not until she came along, anyway. Hanging Rock had been around for decades, sound on all fronts with readily available knowledge, gardens, maintained wild growth around them, and an easy system with a neighboring pack they often bartered with. It was a good learning experience and she relished eagerly in the opportunity.
She reached the creek in no time, dropping her nose for a drink of water, but she began her search for what this area had to offer.
The calming sounds of the creek had sent her drifting into dream land faster then she could think. Now she lay next to the flowing water, her head on her paws, dreaming about nothing in particular.