Melanth so happened to be on a mission. Helonia had taken over to ensure their hunting skills were of top priority. However, now it was her turn.

From the open Fall weather of Auster to the beginning stages of Boreas Spring. She wandered the many terrains until finally their arrival came to the base of a volcano. Melted snow patches littered the surrounding landscape. Leaving behind small puddles to be dried up beneath the Sun’s gaze. Not wishing to leave without taking a quick drink. Her tongue brushed the surface to scoop several gulps. The cooling liquid easing the thirst of her throat. It was only then that she began the ascending of the Cano’s base.

Toes spread to provide more grip as to not lose her footing. There were several spots where stone and rocks sat waiting to be found. Finding her way toward them with vigorous excitement. A shimmering stone, one she had not seen before, called out to her. Its reflective surface glistened as if to call Melanth closer. And she answered without hesitation.
"Helonia"~~"Melanth"

Speech // thought // French

Dark dainty paws picked their way through the stone outcropping. The Frenchwoman wondered how these black stones came about. Were they crystals? Lava rock? Some of them were shiny, others were dull and marked with holes, and still others were ashy white and immovable against the ground.

She wondered if there were any herbs in this area too, maybe the volcano had supplied rich soil for the herbs to grow... She lifted her dark nose to the air. She drew in several shallow breaths then one long one. Someone else was in the area. A female, good. She didn't want to run into any males all season if she could. Her insides were very unhappy with her surge or recent hormones.

She took another step and felt something nic her paw. Confused she looked down and saw a short and meager trail of her own blood following her. What?? She looked down at her paw and saw that it had a small slit, and the only way it had started to hurt was because a few grains of stones had worked their way into the sliced wound! If she looked back and saw the easy culprit. One of the shiny black stones had split open and one of the sides of it was razor sharp! Hmm... She wondered if she make something out of this stuff that could help her slice into the harder to pick herbs.

The closer she got, the better she could see the different shapes of each stone. Some were quite jagged and sharp. Others smooth like glass. Then there were the ones which looked worn from weathering.

She couldn’t stop the feeling of interest from arising to the surface. Although it was soon interrupted when Spring winds carried to her another scent. A female. The perfume snapped her head from what she was doing in time to catch a single paw being risen and examined. Curiosity carried Melanth towards her. Wanting to know what had happened to cause the smell of metallic to taint the air.

In no time, she saw what had happened. The sight of blood did not upset her. It was only the matter of it not being cleaned appropriately. "Instead of looking at it. You should clean it. Unknown stones like these may cause infection." She too couldn’t help but look to where one of them lay cracked down the middle. Small drops of blood decorating that which sliced the woman’s paw.

"Helonia"~~"Melanth"

Speech // thought // French

The dark woman whipped her head around to see the other she had scented before approaching her. Bright violet-blue eyes smiled delightedly in greeting as she held her paw aloft.

"Oh, yes, zhis I know, I zhank you." She replied in her lilting rolling accent as she approached a bank of melting snow. She placed her paw into the cool wet snow and brushed it through a few times. Then brought it up to her mouth to thoroughly clean the appendage. The slice was rather shallow.

She glanced about and saw a small rosette of feathery leaves growing between the cracks in the ground. The distinctive leaves of yarrow had caught her eye. She grabbed the herb and mashed the plant into the wound. It wouldn't bother her for long.

"It'z not deep." She replied, "I was looking at zhese stones. Zhey are sharp! I want to be making a knife wiz zhem." She replied as she started to pick through the stones, looking for a particular round and wide one. She thought if she could make the blade into a moon shape it would be ideal as a sickle.
"Shall you join me, yes?" She asked, glancing at the monochrome woman with a glint in her eyes.