Duck Lake on such a breathless night as this

ooooooo

If Gannet was going to begin practicing healing, he needed to find supplies. Another upside to the task - he absolutely loved exploring, and looking for plants was the perfect excuse for it without needing a direct goal or aim. Winter made the hunt harder, but he was hardly deterred as he stepped out of Lost Creek Hollow and headed northwest.

He hadn't had any luck so far but he zigged a lazy path and kept his eyes on the ground around him, humming lightly to himself in the brisk night air. It had taken him the better part of the day to get this far but he had no worries about spending a night out of borders. He did it often enough as a lone wolf.

The glint of the moon on the lake in front of him was the first thing that alerted him to its presence. Gannet smiled and adjusted, heading for the shores in hopes of maybe finding a plant or two he could use. He didn't know much about many, but he knew a few by scent from his time in Moonspear watching Lyra work. She hadn't had much love for him but he'd observed her silently as he'd stayed in her care and had picked up on some things. He did not immediately see the other who shared the shore, as he was too intent on nosing about in the chilled and shallow waters at the edge, poking about for any sort of weeds that might be useful.