Plants

*Phim* · 09-25-2016, 12:41 PM

The Range had been quiet recently and that was why Phim hadn't left. It was a private place to rest while she tried to decide her next move. The pack falling apart so quickly was hard on her. Not only had it taken away her hopes of a home, but it had brought the darker thoughts in her mind to the forefront. One thing she was certain of was that, soon, she needed to move on. Wallowing in her misery was not going to get her anywhere, and it certainly wouldn't keep her alive. But misery was a funny thing. It overpowered logic and kept her rooted in the South, a place that had brought her very little happiness so far.

Once or twice each day Phim left the shelter of the strange, crumbling structure. She gathered herbs, hunted small prey, and bathed. One herb in particular she was interested in, but she hadn't explored quite enough to have found it. Today she was determined though. The depression had to be quelled and, supposedly, this plant would do it. But as she left her shelter this time, the scent of another caught her attention and drew her gaze. She stood tentatively on the threshold and cleared her throat, indecisive about whether she should hide or greet him.

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