Changing of Seasons

Autumn had arrived though it wasn't particularly noticeable, not yet. The sun was shining and the birds were singing while most of the trees still had green leaves, only a few beginning to turn yellow. Álarr had checked the stores. They were decent enough but there could be more of a few items. He'd heard of one of their new members, Abilene, having returned from a harrowing experience blinded. Ásvor had treated her and while he didn't know the details he felt it might do good to have the woman help him with some herb hunting. He'd brought along some samples of the herbs he wanted to find. A few with distinct and strong scents and a few that were more subtle. While eyesight was useful in finding herbs, smell was also necessary. Some healing herbs had poisonous cousins that looked the same but smelt different. He settled in the center of the den site and called for Abilene. As he didn't know for sure which den was hers he figured this was as good a place as any to call.