Maybe no one told you...

After allowing herself to be more exploitative than what was normal for her, Star had traveled in a western direction to get the lay of the coast line. She had crossed a river and was now making her way inland to find a safe place to take shelter in. Bright jade eyes widen as she realizes she had stumbled into a moor of sorts. The soft scent of heather brushed across her nose, accompanied by brackish water and other herbs she would discover in a few moments. For now, she contented herself in getting to know the land around her. She took note of the dormant heather plants, climbing over the small hills that were covered in short growing grasses. In an effort to gain ground, Star moved uphill until she could see out over the mist shrouded land. She couldn't see much, but there were small, dark bodies of water and peat moss covered everything that the grass left untouched. The mist covering the area was thick and moved slowly when the air stirred around her frame. Her dainty and delicately sculpted face pointed to put her nose to the wind, the smell of nearby wolf urging her to move along.

Moving further into the moor, Star could feel how much she stood out against the dark grasses of the early evening. The temperature began to drop, though it was not nearly as biting cold as the obsidian beach had been. Suddenly, the scent of old death permeated the air, and Star felt her paws move in the direction of the smell.  Finding the doe in the patch of heather had been no accident. This was just about the most useful herb that Star knew about. There was meadow-sweet growing all over, thanks to the deer, a plant that was nearly unrecognizable without its pretty white flowers. For once, Star was glad that her mother had been the medicine wolf of her birth pack. As a roaming clan, Stardust had come to know a variety of plants and herbs to either heal or kill. The dry tops of Valerian flowers wobbled in the wind as the young woman moved closer to the deer. The body had become a garden of sorts, giving life to the herbs and flowers of the moor. It was a beautiful death that the doe had been given, and Star wondered if the spirit could see her wonderfully decorated grave.