we carry on

This was a strange place indeed. Solveiga slowed her steps dramatically as she came upon the new land, cloaked in a thin blanket of fog that seemed never ending. And, underneath it all, the heady smell of herbs. There was no turning back now. Her curiosity was piqued.

Solveiga had spent a lot more time lately thinking about what she might like to make of her life. As of now, she was all alone, no family or steady friends. There was Jendai, the woman she had briefly traveled with. So perhaps she had one sort-of-steady friend. Something might come of that, something might not. She wanted to know what her plan was going to be in the long run. Many times the possibility of joining a pack had crossed her mind, and eventually she had made up her mind to do it, she just needed to find a place that felt like home to her. Then, when she found a home, she needed a job of sorts.

And this was it. Herbs, healing, all of the things her mother used to do. As a pup, Solveiga had watched her, and had learned a few very basic things. But she was a curious soul, always wanting to learn more. And this was what she wanted to learn more about. This could be her trade, and it would be the perfect trade for her because she had always had a passion for healing, and a natural talent for it. And so, Solveiga walked confidently into this new land in search of any herbs she might recognize from her childhood.