An herbal love

Timid, heartbroken little Motif didn’t quite know what to do with herself. Her family was everything, and her self-proclaimed exile hurt. She was, however, starved for company, so when she found the scent of a stranger, she did not turn tail and run. She had done that a few times, she was ashamed to admit, but she didn’t know how to handle company much these days.

Instead of intruding, or introducing herself, the timid girl watched quietly, in avid interest as the wolf picked up what looked like a tiny tree. What was it, what did he plan to do with it? She had no idea.