Who We Are Isn't How We Live

*Aranea* · 04-25-2018, 05:34 PM

Location: Bent Canyon
Herb: Lavender

She would trek carefully down the small jut out of the cliffs side, a well protected land for the pack, if there were any intruders they were sure to make a wrong step and slide down the side of the ravine. Not her though, she just happened to be small enough to walk this odd path, unlike anyone else in the pack. She noticed how much they towered over her, some more than Tyranis. It frightened her at first but she had gotten used to it now. Seeing the other empire wolves and of course the pack meeting.

She wouldn't stop as she sniffed the incline of different shades of stone, her nose flinching back when it was too close to touch with the withering heat. Usually it wasn't this hot for this long. She had been down to Auster long before she was with Tyranis, even Abaven. She could feel an epidemic coming their way.

Finding a safe place to remain going down the steep incline, she would proceed to the river that had conveniently put itself in the bottom of the valley here in this near desert kingdom. She would only stop at the bank where she noticed it had lost a lot of it's flow, seeing the mark on dry dirt where the water used to stand high. She only stared a moment before putting her nose down in search of her drugs: Lavender. It took some time for them to kick in and her body adjust to them, but her mood had risen after coming to terms with losing her entire family. The lavender was there for support, and she knew she couldn't just stop taking it or she would be a wreck.

It was a hard find, she found many stems of withered plants that weren't even what she was looking for. But luckily enough she was able to capture two short stalks of the purple herb, and would quickly pick it in relief that there was something. What would happen if the river ran completely dry?

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Who We Are Isn't How We Live

Aranea