Nature, Nurture

Spring is in full bloom as Meadow moves through the unfamiliar land. Flowers are unfurling, the sun shines brightly and a cool breeze ruffles her fur every now and again. The small female has wandered to the east in search of a specific herb that is said to grow near the falls. If all goes well, she can fill her bag with the precious herb for the Armada. A smile rests on her lips at the thought of bring Io something she might not have.

The walk is beautiful and breathtaking. She often finds herself stopping to smell flowers or listen to birds as they sing their sweet songs. By the time she reaches the falls, it is well past midday however Meadow does not mind. The thought of camping near the falls for the night and starting her journey home the next day is very appealing. A night under the stars might do her some good.

Prone to daydreaming, the wolf finds her mind retreating to the clouds. She is so wrapped up in her thoughts that Meadow does not realize the falls are right in front of her. Finally, when her eyes adjust and find the sight of the falls, she finds herself stopping dead in her tracks. Mouth parts and a soft, “Wow” falls out.

It is magnificent.

She stands there, enthralled with the way the water cascades down each level, leaving behind pools in its wake. This place holds so much beauty and Meadow is truly glad she came here. After several minutes, the small female tears herself away from the scene and moves toward the edge of the water. This is where an herb she seeks can be found, in the sandy soil. Horsetail is what she seeks and with her eyes downcast, oblivious to almost everything around her, Meadow starts to hunt for the plant.



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