Medicine Dance

The day had been too hot, but the night provided a gentle breeze that cooled the desert landscape. Iolaire, a night time creature as always, padded silently across the soft sands. She was in search of Ocotillo plants. The collected specimens would serve in aiding those with fatigue issues, swelling and coughs. One could never have enough herbs and so the tiny woman had emptied the majority of her pack in the hopes of filling it.

Desert creatures scampered here and there, also taking advantage of the bright, moonlit night to carry out their scavenging and hunting. Short of rattlesnakes and scorpions, she wasn't too worried about the areas inhabitants. Moving up a dune, she used her higher vantage to scan the area for the plant in question. And there, cresting the opposite dune, was her quarry. A small sound of pleasure rumbled up from the tiny wolfs chest and she made her way to the Ocotillo. Seating herself upon the sand, the little dame curled her tail around one shapely hip before setting to work. All parts of the plant were useful and so she began to process the greenery then and there, separating leaves, bark, roots and flowers. Being a rather large plant, it would likely last her the season.