No time to think of consequences
12-30-2021, 07:57 PM
She prowled along the edge of the shore, her strides long but slow as she peered down at the greenery. It was mostly short grasses, but there was enough lichen growing that she was tempted to gather some and bring back to her semi-permanent camp. It would be good to soften their beds at night, or even to pack any wounds. With how aggressive the majority of her cousins were she was constantly having to patch them up after their scuffles with each other, or any predators they came across. While proper healing wasn't originally part of her skillset, she'd had to learn very quickly once they set off from home. Now it was something she begrudgingly did so none of them died from infection. Iðunn scratched with a paw at the lichen, using her blunt claws to rip it up from the roots so it came away as a thick and solid piece. The soil was damp enough that it clung to the roots, and she wondered for a few moments if perhaps she could transplant it closer to the wall. That way she wouldn't have to venture out here every time she wanted to collect some. she sat back on her haunches with a soft sigh, a contemplative expression on her face. The day was young yet, the sun only just beginning to reach its highest peak in the sky, so she had time to do something else before taking some back. Perhaps a quick hunt to fill her belly would be a good idea. |
When Iðunn's speech is in italics it means she's speaking in Swedish