Hustle Harder [Riva]

Lydia hummed to herself as she jogged out into the snow. Her pack bounced a bit on her back, completely empty and ready to be filled with useful herbs. She hoped to find some white willow bark in the weeping woulds to add to her winter collection. It was a staple for certain poultices and she hadn't yet stocked up. Time to remedy that. The afternoon was crisp and cold but at least the sun was out and the wind at a minimum.

She slipped into the woods and began to examine the trees she came across. Nope. Nope. She paused by an interested tree but decided against experimenting with different barks just yet. She'd need to plan carefully to start such a task. It took awhile but then she saw it, a large tree with rough, greyish bark. Excellent! She was off to a good start.