safety meeting

Stepping into the Fern Gully was very much like being transported to another dimension. It was an explosion of every imaginable shade of green, thickly packed together. With each step, she could not help but crush various plants between her paws, though she assumed not all were of significant importance to wolves, as she could see little trails cutting through the area, flattened down by dozens of others passing through. Muses herself meandered without much purpose, other than to take all the sights and smells in.

A light afternoon drizzle made it somewhat slippery, but it also brought out the smells of various herbs and mushrooms. None of which Muses touched, however, too nervous to do more than investigate with her eyes alone. She had never been curious about plants, but there were few on the mountain. High ranking herbalists were allowed to leave in such for various herbal remedies, but she had never been beyond the foot of the mountain, and had never seriously considered learning anything about them. It was not written in the stars, after all.

But now her gods were dead, just like her family, she assumed. Would it matter if she ignored the role she was assigned, and simply enjoy what was available to her? She stopped to consider that, nosing around a bush as she did so. Little red berries dappled the foliage, smelling both sweet and tangy, but she dared not touch them, for she knew plants could be as dangerous as they could be helpful.