two lefts from nowhere

Lukina leaned in carefully toward the two foot plant full of tiny yellow flowers. She took a whiff and promptly had to turn her head and sneeze. Phew! Feverfew alright. She'd recognize that strong, bitter smell anywhere. She dipped her head used her teeth to snip the plant off at the base. Fever few was hardy and she trusted it would grow back in time. She'd make a decoction of the herb to help with her nerves. Lukina had been lucky to never come down with the ooze but the strangeness of the season and Bog's grave illness had left her shaken.

Lukina tucked the plant into a simple square of hide tied at two corners to enable her to carry a small gathering of plants. She had a few projects in mind for the day but opted to do a little more hunting before she returned to her camp.