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The silver, fox-coated woman wasn't sure why she'd come here. The rainfall was heavy, and the forest was quite dark, wreathed in an eerie fog. It was her least favored kind of places, yet she was still hopeful that she might find something of interest here. Perhaps an herb she could dig up before heading home, or an unsuspecting small animal to prey upon. Carefully she stepped over the twisted roots of the ghoulish trees, trying to ignore the creeping suspicion that she wasn't alone here. It looked like she was alone, so what reason was there to fret?

Occupying her mind, she kept her nose to the ground as she sought out anything worthwhile. At last she found something of interest, although she would never have remembered its use if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes. Alfalfa. It was beginning to wilt under the rain, but if she could pluck it now, it would probably survive the journey home, where it could be hung to dry. Busying herself, she began plucking some of the healthiest looking plants, forming just a small pile that she would be able to carry. Now, how did she get out of here? Silver eyes glanced around, realizing she was certainly lost, as the fog-shrouded forest looked the same in all directions. Sighing, she started walking, knowing she wouldn't find her way out just standing in one place.