Douse This Fire

Getting to live and work within the Hallows had been an interesting and enlightening experience for the young fae so far. After a few weeks amongst the moderately sized pack, Syanna had already gotten an idea for how the pack ran. Everyone worked and contributed in their own ways: fighters training to defend their home, hunters gathering meat, healers collecting herbs and mixing medicines, and everyone coming together to socialize and simply coexist. It was astoundingly different from the rigid and misogynistic structure of her birth pack, and Syanna was getting whiplash from the clashing of the world she had known to the one she found herself in now. She spent her time gathering herbs for the pack's lead healer, Gwynevere, and using her limited knowledge to prepare poultices and tinctures for use when they might be needed. Under the young woman's guidance, Syanna found a rhythm and flow to the medical side of the pack, and soon after adapted herself into its routines.

One grievously large thing she noticed was the pharmacy's disturbing lack of back stocked supplies. It seemed as if the last few seasons had  hit the Hallows pretty hard, and replenishing the medicine stores would be their first priority. So Syanna had spent most of her time gathering up the plants where she could and helping to cultivate the greenhouse someone had set up before she arrived. If they could grow their own plants on a regular basis, then maybe they wouldn't need to travel so far for remedies. As it was, some things required the legwork, and that was what had brought her to the falls just south of the castle. Ginseng, horsetail, valerian root, and watercress. Anything and everything would be a boon.

Syanna approached the verdant lands surrounding the falls, listening to the distinct sound of rushing water get louder and louder to know she was headed in the right direction. She tightened her satchel around her, trying to ignore the incessant itch tweaking at her insides as the fire beneath her tail smoldered hotter. How unfortunate for her to begin her first season when there was so much to do and so many wolves around. She'd known it was coming with the turn of her second birthday, but it was still embarrassing to try and hold a conversation with someone while trying to not press and rub your legs together to try and find any relief from the gnawing need aching inside her belly. Gods dammit, she was more resilient than this! She had control of her body, not the other way around!

Her heat did, however, bring about another challenge to overcome: Ezra. At first it hadn't been so bad. The boy had been bedridden while he healed, and was still confined to the infirmary when her heat had started. But now the dire wolf boy was ambulatory again and she had to try and avoid him, afraid of what might happen if she let him get too close to her. She knew how primal and uncontrollable brutes were with their urges, and although Ezra had been nothing but a sweetheart to her thus far, she didn't trust his male brain to stay in control the second he caught a whiff of her scent. Pheromones were a hell of a drug. With his tremendous size and stature, if he tried to do anything to her, she'd have no hope of fighting him off. And then what? Nothing would happen to him; he was the son of the alpha! No, no it was better to avoid the brute altogether. Less chance of getting assaulted that way.

The falls came quickly into view. Syanna gazed up in awe at the cascading water coming from a number of different falls, all pouring into a large pool that ran into a stream bound for the ocean. Dainty paws carried her to the water's edge, where she dipped her muzzle to the cool water and took a long drink. At least this far out here, Syanna wouldn't have to worry about anyone bothering her. Auster seemed like a pretty quiet place for the most part. Here, she could just gather her herbs, do her work, and go about her day. Humming softly to herself, Syanna followed the edge of the water to a patch of horsetails growing on the damp bank, instantly setting to harvesting the stems and stowing them carefully in her satchel. She would need to collect as much as possible for Gwynevere.

"Syanna Alluráin"