One Man's Trash... [Peregrine]

Rœkia moved to another stalk and used her claws to dig down around the roots. She’d take one whole plant for experimental purposes. If she could find a victim of course. Perhaps that shy girl from Abaven was still nosing around in loner lands. She hid a cruel grin, uncertain of what Peregrine would think of her less than noble pursuits. A part of her knew it was wrong, what she’d done but it was always drowned out. Maybe some day she’d address it, but not now. Not when there was knowledge to be gained.

Finally freeing the plant from the earth she gestured to Wolf… who stared at it then looked back at her. “Come on Wolf, don’t be a pansy.” The bird sighed and grasped it in his talons as well. “Are we done then?”

Rœkia nodded. “I think so. The question is where to now. Peregrine do you have any temporary hideaways in which you store your herbs or a base of some sort? I have a store den not far from here in the Whisperer’s Gorge.”