resupply mission

Mud was surprised at how gentle and sweet Audra seemed. During her occasional forays outside of the swamp, a vast majority of the wolves she met had dispositions she found undesirable. Loud, excitable, violent, things of that sort. Of course, she hadn't met so many, and her evidence was anecdotal at best, but Mud always felt superior to non-swamp wolves. If you got to the bottom of it, though, Mud felt superior to all. Such a fact she rarely spoke of, but her tone communicated.

She returned Audra's nod with a deep nod of her elongated snout. Audra was polite, she noted. Mud contemplated Audra's comment about her bag being small. She often felt the same way, but her teachings buzzed in her head. She clicked softly, trying to convert the phrase from Fennish to a common tongue. "Lorwan Lorkane, in all her wisdom, gave wolves the ability to carry only so much so that the earth would have time to replenish itself properly before their need arose again." She mused. It was a phrase her mother told her many times, and she recited it almost like a chant.

Mud observed Audra looking at marigolds and dandelions and she was surprised at the deft nose of her companion. "I seek for wan.. ahh, yarrow, is the word. Delicate clusters with white flowers. My use is so frequent I have exhausted my supply." She remarked. A glance revealed that the plant she was seeking was abundant here, and she would have no issues finding it. Perhaps she could find a few others to bring home. "And you, Audra? What plants have you come to procure?"