Whitefish River Plantains and Daisies

She had been working to build a new herb collection as much as her body would allow. Her energy spiked sporadically, and today after a nap, she woke feeling very motivated to search the territory for useful plants. She had gathered some more marigolds to take to her new cache to dry out and had found some purple flowers on the bank of the river that she recognized. After some searching through her brain, she finally remembered them to be good as a poultice to stop bleeding, so she had gathered their green stems in her mouth along with the marigolds.

On her way to deposit the plants, she came upon an unfamiliar wolf digging a hole and placing flowers inside it. She stopped and dropped her mouthful at her feet. That looks pretty, she said, tail wagging slowly behind her. I'm Speedy; I'm new here.