Healer of the heart.
Seasonal Healing
Mae couldn't ignore the fact that hunting had become less successful than in previous months, forcing the pack to venture further away from the safety of their territory. As she pressed onward, the canyon felt harsh; the winds howled mournfully, as if the very walls were haunted. Despite the bone-chilling cold, Mae remained focused on her task. The water around her was frozen, sending a shiver racing down her spine. She felt a slight chill; once she reached her destination, she'd desperately need a fire, but with everything so frozen, she doubted that would be possible. Still, she had to keep moving and persevere the energy she had left, even if it meant to rest for a little while.
Easily locating the cavern where the herbs were safely stored, she laid down a few furs to make a comfortable spot for her to rest and warm up. She noticed that their supply of cannabis and other herbs was dwindling. There was no way to replenish them unless they could trade some goods for more herbs. However, what did they really have to offer? The herbs they had were running low, and Mae realized she needed to gather the Queen so she could see the situation for herself. At the same time, Mae hesitated to disturb the Queen, even though she understood that the pack needed to be aware of their dwindling supplies.
Action was necessary. They could either venture out to gather more herbs and replenish their supply, or... Mae hesitated to consider the potential consequences of inaction. With a graceful movement, she approached the mouth of the cavern and let out a howl, calling for anyone who might respond to her summons.
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