Foxes in love

As they started making their way down into the lush valley, she started scanning the land and trying to pick out a few plants that she recognized as Artorias asked what would be helpful to have. "Anything useful for patching up wounds is always a good one with as much fighting as the Armada tends to do. With winter coming soon stuff to combat colds and fevers wouldn't be a bad idea either... Boneset, yarrow, dandelion, marigold, meadowsweet... Basically look for things with little white flowers, yellow flowers, or orange-ish flowers," she told him with a chuckle. None of those were particularly rare or special, but they were useful and that was what as really important right now. Maybe if Marigold found some more rare ones she wanted to bring home they could, but she wasn't even a hundred percent sure what some of those unusual herbs did. Sticking to the ones she did know felt like a safer bet.

"Well I never!" Briar's ears perked at the sound of Marigold's voice, turning her turquoise gaze away from a cluster of meadowsweet to look toward her companion who was storming back toward her with an utterly irritated expression on her face. Briar gave Artorias a glance and tried her best to keep the amused smirk off her lips as she turned to face Marigold. "What's going on, Marigold?" she asked curiously, glancing up with surprise when she saw another fox emerge from the thick plant life, following after the antlered vixen that was absolutely fuming.

"Briar Fatalis"