When the going gets tough

Navigation - Avian Estuary

Rœkia's search for ever warmer weather would lead her into the West of Alacritis. The weather here was pleasantly warm, even a bit humid and best of all the plant life still bloomed green around here which was much better for herb gathering. Since she didn't have a pack maybe she should just start migrating with the weather? She'd need to have several store dens but perhaps she could manage, it was something to think about anyway during the winter months.

Wolf soared above her as Rœkia slipped deeper into the wetlands, listening with delight to all the birds singing around her. "Hey Wolf! Think we'll find any magpies here?" The magpie landed lightly on a nearby branch. "If you start trying to set me up on another hair-brained date Rœ-Rœ I'm going to pluck out your tail." She laughed at the birds threat, eyes gazing teasingly at him as if daring him to try. "Awww… that was just a spot of fun my darling Wolf. Come on now I bet this place is crawling with fascinating herbs and new poisons."

Rœkia continued on her way, focus intent on finding some poisonous mushrooms or strange smelling plants she could test on a few unfortunate subjects when she heard the sound of rustling. Creeping forward she turned to see a small woman uprooting some boneset. Ahhh…. yes, a wonderful, useful herb but so damaging in improper doses. It was the herb she'd threatened that sibling duo with when they'd try to pin her down. Her gaze drifted over to a crop of odd little mushrooms growing out of a rotting log… she drifted over to them, sniffing lightly. Morels… not poisonous. Wolf gazed at the mushrooms for a moment before picking at them. Her paw smashed into the log as she rooted around through the bug-infested mess, eyes glancing to the smaller woman. "That's quite a crop you're gathering… is there a plague I don't know about?"

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