Fairspell Meadow Divine and Witchy

Ash Paw continued on her forward journey. On occasion her mind circling back to the girl that lay in her den. The child as she was, but could she really be considered such a thing anymore. She had taken a life, accident or not. That couldn't not have ramifications both on her own mental state and any repercussions that the family or pack of the deceased didn't try.

However, in the same vein she wondered if she had any right to question this. Clearly this was both a moment for Atka and Sos. Those who led the living and the dead. It was a plan engineered by gods it had to be. She wondered what else she could do to show how beloved her gods wer to her.

 A voice rang out to her and she lifted her gaze to come across a youngling in the meadow. Grey and white with pretty apple eyes. She dipped her head and tilted an ear forward. 

I am looking for Rosemary and Thyme, they are winter plants. Well late fall, early winter. What are you doing young one?