She had spent too long hiding. Cringing away from the pack borders. But she was tired. Tired of being afraid. Tired of being angry, tired of being....out of certain herbs.
So she roused herself, poking her head into Meadow's den. She had, after all, promised to teach her healing. And so she gathered her basket (which she had coaxed a kind raven to make her with the promise of food and shiney stones)
This place was eerie during the day. She was certain it would be terrifying at night. But there were herbs here she could find nowhere else.
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