Morningside Cuesta parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme

Faun pushed the snow with her nose, snuffling at the dead grasses beneath it with gentle whuffs of warm air. She drew her head back with a small sigh, expressed from her mouth in a white cloud.

Damn. No herbs to be found here. She would have to find an enclosed space that the snows hadn’t gotten to yet. She hung her head low for a moment, before picking it up and turning to go back the way she had come.

Only!

A man, taller than she and dark in color, stood before her. She took a little inhale, recognizing traces of Crowfeather in his scent, bits and pieces of Riverclan, and she smiled at him after a moment, waving her tail.

Good morning. It’s early, I didn’t expect to see anyone.