Into The Unknown

*Lucretia* · 12-17-2019, 04:00 PM

She hated this desert. Luckily, Ashen was headed home soon. These sands would soon be an unpleasant memory. Bourbon, her mate (it still felt strange to think) had stayed behind today to help organize her stores before they shipped it all back to her home by Wolfpaw Lake. Returning to normal couldn't come soon enough, especially because she felt a queerness brewing in her body. There was change afoot within her. Lucretia couldn't put a paw on it yet, but the coming weeks would reveal that she was pregnant. For now she was still blissfully unawares.

For all she hated the sands, it did provide some particularly rare and useful plants. Aloes and water-rich succulents seemed to thrive in these barren wastes and it would be good to cultivate what she could before they were out of easy reach. Lucretia was searching for useful herbs alongside her handy companion, Feverfew. The albino raccoon was slathered in a homemade talc sunscreen - she was dusty, uncomfortable, and feeling more than a little belligerent. "oh, come on, few. you know this is important," Luce chided, folding her ears back and fixing the raccoon with a pointed stare. The creature simply sneezed in response. "alright. I'll watch your nose with the sunscreen next time. I'm still perfecting it," she admitted. The unspoken criticism was fair. Nothing went perfectly on the first try as much as she'd like it to. Healing wasn't an exact science.

The sound of distant shrieking pierced her ears. Due to her distance she couldn't quite make out whether it was joy or pain - regardless, they were close enough to Ashen territory that she was duty-bound to inspect the noise. Luce sighed and padded towards the source of the sound. As she approached the oasis, she spotted a stranger frolicking in the waters while a sand cat stood by and laughed. Feverfew sat back on her haunches and began to groom away the excess sunscreen from around her eyes and nose. "hello...? are you alright?" she called, a note of disinterest in her voice. It wasn't an Ashen wolf in distress; this sidebar only distracted from her gathering. Lucretia took her duties as a healer seriously enough that she at least had a passing interest in the welfare of a stranger. It was the only thing keeping her from turning away.

"lucretia mutters..."

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