Words Are Hard

Gossamer raced ahead with Ásta shortly behind carrying the travois of crafting materials. Natha trailed behind the duo, lazily walking along though she was keenly alert. She didn't know what to think of this but it might be an opportunity to get a glance at another pack's wolves. Gossy soon spied Dagrún and bounded over to her. "Hey Dag! Whatcha chewing on?" She padded over to the travois as Ásta wiggled out of it to get a fire started.

Gossamer's head emerged from the travois with bundle of peppermint in her mouth. She intended to make some tea to drink for enjoyment and a poultice just to practice. Maybe she could throw the goop at Kotori.

Gossamer set her plants down between her paws and she set about peeling the leaves off with her teeth. One by one she worked through the plants until she had a nice pile which she then divided into smaller piles, one for the tea, one for the poultice.