Treading on thin ice

Rœkia had a good fire going to make a decoction of bistort root. It was one of the few herbs she'd be able to harvest in this frigid spring. Ideally the root would be used in a powdered form but she didn't have any dried yet so a decoction of the bruised root would have to do for her bleeding. She could set one of the roots out to dry in the mean time. As soon as they were both dug up. Her paws worked quickly to dig up both the roots, fangs severing the roots from the top of the plant. She could use a few leaves in the decoction but the most potent chemicals would be in the roots. Picking up both roots she trotted over to one of the partially frozen streams. She bent her head and rinsed the roots in the freezing water. She was about to go when she spied a familiar antlered form. It was the girl that had helped her against the bear. She carefully set the roots down in the snow. "Well, well, we meet again."