Winter blues

The sound of her mother's paw steps got her attention first and her ears perked at the noise and she turned her head to look back over her shoulder to look at Resin's scarred face with a little smile, giggling softly when she nosed the top of her head. Even though she was still pretty down in the dumps over the loss of her plants, she was at least happy that she got to spend a bit of time with her mom. A side effect of keeping to herself most of the time was that she didn't see her mom or momma all that much, mostly just in the morning and evening when all of her other siblings were around too. It didn't bother her since she kind of liked the independence, but it was still something that she realized whenever she did happen to get a bit of one on one time with one of them. "Hi, mom," she greeted and then watched as Resin went to go build up the fire near by.

Eventually a question got turned to her and she realized that she must have still been carrying some of that disappointment in her expression without really realizing it. Her ears flicked with embarrassment and she glanced away to look at her paws. She felt awfully silly complaining about the plants dying when she knew her mother had much bigger problems and responsibilities to worry about, but... she did ask, right? "The boneset plant I was growing died because of the cold," she admitted, giving a little glance up at Resin's one eyed gaze. "And all the other herbs I usually pick around here are all gone too... It got cold too fast and I didn't get a chance to harvest them all." She frowned and gave a little pout as she looked at the ground again, her ears folding back dejectedly. She was mostly sad that they were all dead or dying, but she also just didn't know what to do with herself now. What did healers do when there was no herbs to gather and no one that needed healing?

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