pocket full of posies

Deathbelle made her way northward from the redwater rocks, she hoped she might find greener pastures so to speak. Their herb supplies weren’t great after the harsh volcanic winter. She wanted to help her sister and Iolaire restock as well as increase her own stores. This place seemed healthier than most of the land she explored so far, the grass was greener with the spring and it almost had a sense of normalcy about it.

Deathbelle waded through the blooming grasses, her nose sniffing at the air as well as nearer to her paws every few meters. There had to be useful specimens out here somewhere. Lilac gaze skimmed the horizon as Thistle flew above her in the night sky. Deathbelle preferred the night and this trip wouldn’t be any different. At this point she was wishing she had thought to bring Banshee along with her.