Neverwinter Forest Gimme All You Got

With all that had happened, deaths, reappearances — oh, how her heart ached and fluttered in joy simultaneously — the Ostrega was loathe to leave the mountain. Yet Hydra's due date drew near. Soon, the Alpha's litter would be the sole focus of the pack for months on end and all would be scorned for leaving for too long. This was her only chance to gather as many herbs and food as possible. Losing two capable hunters in one fell swoop was not healthy for the caches; caches Hydra would no doubt draw upon whilst her children were helpless whelps.

Lyra had left Moonspear at first light, first visiting the Spine before heading to the dark forest with a determined glint to her eye. Grief gnawed at the edges of her consciousness but she knew if she just kept busy, she wouldn't have to dwell.

Herbs. Any sort would do. It had grown very dark and very late but she pushed on, pausing in her dogged stride as the scent of another hit her, overpowering the smells of the various plants here. Her lip lifted in irritation as she rose her head, searching for the source of the scent so she could tell them to move on.