After All

Drífa grumbled at herself as she moved along the rocky terrain, seeking to gather herbs that grew in the richer soil of the inner ring. She'd wasted most of her summer hunting for members of her pack. Winter would be rolling around soon and she needed to improve her stores. True, she probably could move farther south. Here in these lands there was no need to fret going southward for supplies but she was a creature of habit. The north was what she knew and where she intended to settle down. First things first though. She needed to stock up on yarrow if nothing else and she was fairly certain she could find some in the valley. Setting her mind to the task at hand she continued on her way. First one step, then another. That was the only way to take life.