A distraction is all she longed for. With that in mind, the tiny woman left the pack lands, slowly making her way to the south. She set a leisurely pace, not really wanting to get anywhere fast. Her herb storage was a bit low, the flooding had washed out her lower shelf of dried plants. She had enough to sustain herself for a bit, but now that summer was here it was time to gather all she could. That was the one bad thing about her being so small though, she didn't have an option to dig out some shelves higher up just in case it flooded next year. Maybe she should make a back up den somewhere... With those thoughts in mind she made her way to a land she knew what abundant with many herbs. She had a certain one in mind though, yarrow. The small white flowers were around here somewhere, she remembered seeing a few small patches of it during her visit a season or so ago. Dark blue eyes scanned the tall grasses as she entered the field, but because she was so short it was hard to see over some of the taller stalks of grass. Letting out a huff she pushed her way through, blades of grass clinging to her pale fur. Crap... she didn't think this through...
