an angel throng, bewinged, bedight

Winding through the grove of small willows Rœkia garnet eyes stayed sharp, looking for any sign of plant life she could add to her collection. Winter was a poor time to herb hunt. However, she'd had the luck to stumble across a partially buried mountain lion kill and had managed to gorge herself for once in quite a long while. As she disappeared deeper into the woods Wolf landed lightly between her shoulder blades. "Find anything?"

The bird nodded. "Aye, I did! I believe there's a patch of white willows a good… oh…. 900 feet to the southeast." Her ears perked. Fantastic! The bark could be used to make poultices for wounds and it also had the marvelous effect of causing internal bleeding in the unfortunate. Sparse pickings she supposed but winter had a tendency to kill off plants and her stores were limited though she planned to head farther south where the weather was warm enough to keep the plants in good shape. She had to admit the terra here was in pretty good shape and far warmer than the East where she'd been lurking though there was still a good dusting of snow.

Delicately pawing around the streams of water that nuzzled the roots of the trees Rœkia continued on, enjoying the calm serenity of the place until she arrived at the patch Wolf had told her about. Perfect! She trotted up to the tree, nose sniffing and scenting the bark, mind working to match the smell with that in her memory. Wolf flew down from her shoulder and perched on one of the roots before muttering. Rœkia turned to gaze at the bird. "What was that?" she whispered. The magpie gestured to a dark form curled beneath the roots. "I think it's dead!" Rœkia rolled her eyes. "Well then he's not our problem is he?" She couldn't bring the dead back to life and she had no interest in eating another wolf so why the bird felt this was useful information she had no idea. Rœkia went back to working on gathering bark when Wolf carefully slipped down into the roots by the strange wolf's tail and reached out with the goal of seizing a single hair between his beak and yanking it out as he took to the sky. Just to check that the creature was really dead.

"Speech"