Hideaway Strath Blackbird singing in the dead of night

For @Rye
Set for 9/14

She stood with her front legs in the river, letting the water run against her legs and wash the dirt from her fur. Water dripped down from her face, and she shook her head to wring out the excess. She had needed to clean the dirt from there as well. Sometimes, plant gathering was messy,  but she never minded it much so long as there was water nearby to wash her coat when she was done.

A pile of dandelion greens lay on the bank, evidence of her mornings work. In the fall, the weeds were mostly flowerless, and she found it a good time to dig them up and dry them out. The roots were just as useful, so she tried to persevere them as well. When she was finished cleaning her fur, she would find a sunny place to dry the plants out. But the dirt was stubborn today, and she had to lift her paws up and dip them back in the water multiple times to try and dislodge it. She was patient, though, and adamant about staying clean, so she continued her task, her mind wandering like it often did.