Coiled and Sprung

She liked to pick targets when hunting for herbs. First taking stock of whatever was available. The marshy lands was crawling wth birds. Water baring ones wading in the water with long legs. The birds kept their distance from the predator who was scuttling around the ground. Checking plant scents as she went.

Voodoo stopped as her paw nearly came down to smash the chamomile herb. She looked down her pae hovering over it. She could make teas with this, voo missed mixing tinctures. Perhaps she should find a place to make a herb garden again.