After All

Riva would be soon entering her second winter as an adult, and she strived to do better this time then she had the last. She had been utterly unprepared, her herb supplies had dwindled, and she had struggled to make up for what she lacked. She would do better this time, she would gather the herbs she needed and painstakingly dry them. She had already done so over summer, but now, with Autumn approaching, the need was only more true.

She had a mental list on the items she needed to store up - things like Boneset, and Yarrow to fight the winter fevers. Another healer had told her that Yarrow was common in a territory to the North, so despite her dislike to the cold she would find herself travelling there now.

The journey was a long one, but she stocked up on other herbs she found on the way. The journey got rougher as she hit the rocky terrain, and would slow as she took more caution on her steps. It wasn’t immediate that she would realise she wasn’t the only wolf travelling this territory, a hint of scent thrown her way on an errant breeze clued her in.