Picking through the snow
06-22-2018, 12:04 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-22-2018, 09:36 PM by Riva.)
She has mostly done her traveling north or south of Wolf-paw lake. Her most recent trek through the northern terratories was already feeling like a mistake. The cold stuck to her coat, and tingled up her paws. The cut on her pad was mostly healed by this point, but it ached more then the rest of her, causing her to shift the majority of her weight between three paws, tail erect for balance as she trudged further through the woods. The towering trees above her were oddly shaped, twisted and leaning against their brethren, occasionally making a semblance of a bridge with their slow sweeping angle upwards. She would have even tempted to scale one such barky cliff, but the snow that lodged against the trunks and branches dissuaded her. She was more likely to dislodge the snow and slip off the trees with it. Still, she gazed upwards longingly, her imagination touching the sky as easily as these great towering trees seemed to. It was late morning by this point, and the dubious sunlight of winter glinted through the tree tops, teasing her with the occasional brush of warmth. She missed flowering meadows and sunny stones to rest on, winter had already proven to be an unfortunate time for her and no doubt it would find many more ways to inconvenience her before it passed As she walked she left the usual signs she had devised for a healer, giving others the chance to call out if they needed her, and set her mind to the difficult job of searching out herbs beneath the snow. She started by clearing away the snow, kicking and nosing until it was clear. Next came the harder part, as she begins to dig in the frozen soil, breaking through the crusty layer to the softer parts beneath. It was a back backing job and soon she was panting from the effort, leaning her head upwards to the towering trees as she caught her breath. When she put her nose back down it was easier, digging into the softer soil until she found the route she sought. She nipped them gently with her teeth and drew them forth. She inspected them and then tucked them securely into the double wrapped ribbon around her forpaw. She pulled away from the tree then with a sigh and looked upwards once more, her gaze longing. The too-serious healer took her ques from her dower mentor, but the yearling in her looked up at those trees and longed for something. She glanced back at the snow packed ground around her, and huffed softly. "Oh hells. Why not" She made her way around a gently slopping and wide tree, finding the lowest point and jumping up. The ice shifted a little around her, but held. She clambered up the branch to the top, and found an even taller tree leaning against this one. She followed it around until she could see parts of the forest laid out before her. She took it in with a wonderous sigh, a slow smile spreading across her too-serious face. "Yeah!" She yelled out, exhilarated. |
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