home turf harvest

Eris, always happy to help a friend, gathered some additional herbs for Belle without complaint. She was just thrilled to have some help in spotting the elusive wintergreen. Some wolves in this region had animal companions that shadowed them, and she wished desperately for a friend of her own. With the help of another creature, gathering would no longer be a two wolf job. Eris was great at giving directions, after all.

Love. She knew that feeling. Lament, Ballad, and Amaretto had taught her that love was powerful and unshakable. Love had driven her from her home, and love would bind them together for life. "Love is wonderful," Eris murmured, half to herself.

She bundled all of the meadowsweet together, then trotted eagerly after Belle. Had they finally stumbled upon their quarry? The bright red of the berry was nearly unmistakable, and the other female seemed knowledgeable, so Eris had high hopes.