Night of the Wolf

Further west she went until the lands appeared to get drier and drier. She moved under the cover of night today after she learned how hot the western lands got during the summer. She flicked her ears as she heard the distant and low rumble of thunder in the far off distance, but she doubted it would reach this far west. Paws kissed the dusty ground, sending little puffs of dirt and dust up around her feet as she walked. The bundle of herbs she had carried with her since wolfpaw lake were held gently and securely in her jaws, determined to bring them back home if she didn't trade them all out before then. Tonight, however, she was looking for something a little more...rare. Wolfsbane. She was a healer, yes. But poisons were more her thing and she hadn't been very successful finding it in Auster. Since Boreas seemed rich in herbs already, she figured she might as well try and find it on this side of the land bridge and hopefully get lucky. With the light of the moon, she began her search. The woman moving carefully across the dry, cracked grounds.