Moonlit Thoughts

Her concerns for the pack's health in these uncertain times had led Viviane back out of pack lands not long after her return. She felt she did not know enough about the changes that had apparently very suddenly appeared, and she couldn't rest easy until she had taken it upon herself to investigate more. What of the effects of normally healthy, healing herbs that had begun to glow mysteriously? Did it change the affects? Did it become a poison? She found her restless paws taking her to the marshlands just outside the pack territory, usually a good place to gather wetland herbs. And, as expected, some were glowing.

She ignored the wisps dancing about her as she searched the glowing plants for one she recognized. There - a plant she knew as purple loosestrife. A good remedy for digestive ills... when it wasn't glowing. When it was? Well, that would be something she would need to find some way of learning.

Careful not to touch it with a bare paw or her teeth, she cut the stem with a sharp stone knife and wrapped it in a hide before stowing in her bag. She was about to set out to investigate another glowing plant when her eyes caught sight of a vaguely familiar form silhouetted in the moonlight, surrounded by tiny dancing wisps. "Ghost? Is that you?" she said unsurely, taking a step towards the woman. Her tail gave a slow uncertain wag. "Its Viviane. Do you remember me?"