Communal herb garden

Flashes of orange and cream would ordinarily stand out against the lush greenery of the God's Garden, but with the strange autumn that had fallen over the northern Auster lands, Syanna's coat actually blended in quite well with her surroundings of gold and auburn. She kept her new natural camouflage in mind while she led the way for the small pup at her heels, climbing up the sloping hills from the Hallows plains to the hilltop gardens where all of the pack's herbs grew in abundance. She cast a small smile down to Thorn—who looked so much like his father it was remarkable!—and crested the hill to view out over the crumbling walls that marked off the vast gardens around them. Flowers, bushes, shrubs, and wild herbs of all kinds grew without limit everywhere they eye could see! The trees that lined the gardens had all turned into fireballs of orange, red, and yellow with the fall colors of the mystical season change.

"Well, this is it! This is where the Hallows gets most of its herbs from," she explained to the little Carpathian pup while dainty paws carried her towards the rows of plants. "When we were expanding the Hallows, your father considered claiming this land instead of the Wildberry Grove. In the end, he decided that no one should have sole claim to such important medicines and that the gardens should always be free to all." Syanna didn't really know if Thorn cared all that much about the little history details of the pack like that, but it seemed fitting to talk about the land they were exploring.

"Syanna Alluráin"