After All

A light breeze journeyed across her patch, ruffling her fur and the autumn grasses around her. Drífa kept her eyes peeled. She intended to take the whole plant if she could. There were so many uses for the various parts of this particular plant. Thankfully it was fairly common and tended to grow just about anywhere grasses could grow. Meadows, pastures and of course in a rich valley like this one were sure to turn up some useful plants if not exactly the ones she sought. She eyed the dwindling forms of the dandelions that spotted the valley and made a gentle mental note to gather some up before she headed back toward the gorge where she'd set up her temporary storage den. Well, it might become a permanent storage den. It was hard to say with everything up in the air as it was. She was a creature of habit and a creature of roots. She needed to be part of a pack and to have a place she could always return to.

As Drífa moved along a shift in the breeze brought her attention to a young woman who was wandering through the valley as well. Hmmm, she was wary of this strange woman but at the same time had she not just been lamenting the absence of company? Drífa cleared her throat. "Good morrow, what brings you into the valley today?"