seeking shelter from this storm
ft high ranks of abaven
she did not care what rank she was given, and never did ask. Shaye welcomed her once more before turning and exiting the den. Huntington was left to her own devices, and immediately stored the herbs she had brought where the rest were. boneset and valerian root was dwindled, so t'was a good thing she had carried some with her. a little gift from the swamp she had been fond of so much. the last remnant she had. it still smelled of the muck.
Shaye's steps became muted as the woman vanished further up the tunnels. Huntington did not glance back. instead she was already sorting out what she required for smoke inhalation. it was as the alpha said; marigold and honey. she found the plant, and found a used beehive still dripping with honey. these she took before she exited her new den, into the fresh air once more. t'was time to treat, giving her skills the test they so rightly deserved.
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