Pretty in Purple

Ulmaria continued on her way, pausing occasionally to sift through the scents in the air. It was then she caught the scent of another wolf. Glancing about she noticed a black and white woman with a short tail walking down the gulley. Oh no! Ulmaria wondered what happened to the woman's tail. Had a crocodile bitten it off? A tiger maybe? "Hi!" Her little nose wiggled as she took in the adults scent.

At the older woman's question she shook her head. "Nope! I can find it myself. Are you gathering herbs to? What's the basket for?" Ulmaria didn't have anything to carry herbs in so she bet the basket would be handy. She could fill it will all the interesting stuff she found and bring it back to her uncle. Maybe that's why Álarr didn't give her anything to carry the plants. She supposed he was getting tired of her bring back samples of every growing thing in the nearby vicinity.