If I'm Not Strong

*Aranea* · 11-22-2020, 07:30 PM

Keeping a gentle eye on Sota, she wouldn't want to seem too obsessed with keeping him safe outside the pack lands and would want to keep his spirits up by allowing himself to continue healing and growing on his own. Her nose hit the air as a bird swooped by, and she wasn't too sure what they would find or what the actual goal would be. "I'm not sure, I know there's plenty of different herbs around here but we will need to find some more rare to stock before winter." Just out loud thinking if anything. Aranea figured Sota's general knowledge was pretty good, but she would be more than happy to teach along the way.

As they ventured farther into the mangrove, she'd spot a few common herbs or herbs that wouldn't be necessarily of use to them. Alfalfa may have been good for her, but seeing as the pack was nearing their resource limit and considering her circumstances of leaving to have her pups in Abaven, there wouldn't be any litters coming anytime soon. The horsetail was a little hard to spot out of the number of fluorescent flowers and it would be beneficial to the pack considering they were an open pack of healing but she would consider coming back later to grab some.

Her ears perked as she spotted a light white and pink toned flower growing off the edge of the waterways and close to the trees. She'd flick a look to Sota hoping he'd noticed her attention onto the plant and she'd carefully try to move around the water flow to the location of the flowers. "Marshmallow. It's good for sore throats and colds." She gave a small smile, if anything just happy to share the information. "It'll definitely be useful come winter time." That would be obvious at least. Sore throats and winter would work hand in hand, and it would at least be good to keep around at this time. "It's a little uncommon, but not super rare. We should probably scout for some other herbs." She'd begin to pick the flowers at the root for their venture around the mangrove and then their journey back. For now, she'd keep the stems carried in her mouth as they moved on. Maybe Sota could carry the next batch.

Total Word Count: 951 words
Word Count Goal: 2500 words

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