C'mon Baby Light My Fire

Ragna slipped out of her travois and flopped down next to the spring for a moment, dipping her paws in and sighing at the heat. Her husband was a stubborn creature so she just left him to his devices with the fire. Some days she wondered if it was his personality or if there was something about men in particular that made them so hard-headed. She got back to her feet and padded over to the travois. While she was waiting she figured she might as well concoct a tisane. She had a couple different dried herbs, coltsfoot and marshmallow, that made the best remedy for coughs in her opinion. Winter was still far off but she didn't care to wait til autumn to get her affairs in order. Of course it would be so much easier with a den to keep things in. They'd been eyeing a few regions now but it was hard to pick.