It had been a quiet winter, and a strange one. It was her first season in a pack, and she was still becoming accustomed to it. She liked and respected Branch, and he had placed her in a decent position within his pack. She wanted to push herself and become better, to prove her worth, and to learn what she could from the other healers within the pack. She wanted to take this as a great opportunity for self-improvement.
Digging out a permanent den had been a strange experience, she hadn’t stayed in any place long enough to call it home. Her paws itched at the thought, but something in her heart was.. Glad. she knew she was making the right decision, even if it was going to change her life, and go against some of the values her mentor had taught her.
She had gone through the stockpiles, both those she had put away in her den, had carefully harvested and dried for winter, and also the pack stockpiles as well. She had begun to put together a list of things they would need come spring.
It was a surprisingly fine day for winter, and she was outside her den, making small piles out of her remaining herbs, and making marks on the earth around her as she considered what she would need as soon as spring bagan the growing process once more. She was completely lost in her task, humming gently under her breath, shuffling herbs, marking the earth.
