a trip down memory lane

Ears perked as Pyrrhic began to speak. He spoke of his father having dried meats and  of knowing that the process was arduous.  A compliment followed and the woman grinned. "Thank you.  You're right, it's a difficult process that took me a long time and many failed attempts to perfect." 

The dark lady continued.  "I do make sweeter meats,  savory, spicy. This particular type is soaked in herbs that give a boost of energy. As a healer, I walk long distances to collect herbs.  It gets tiring." If only she could make a batch that would stop her paws from aching after a long walk. She could trade it for everything.  Be a self made wolf. 

Silence stretched between them for a time.  During that time,  Iolaire had risen from her place and had gone to inspect some of the thicker vines. A few were the right width and she gave them a tug,  testing their strength.  The woman's thick,  foxlike tail flicked back and forth as she thought about a game plan.