Winter was a hard time of year for many. Healers, especially. She had never been to the other continent, but in Boreas, snow was littering the ground and it was harder for her to find herbs. She had a dried stash of them in her den along with some other medicinals she had prepared over the summer and fall, and she knew the other healers would have supplies she could borrow if need be, but still. She liked to collect her own herbs and supplies without bothering anyone for theirs, but she feared she wouldn't be able to find much this season without traveling further out or bartering for them.
She decided she would go on a patrol to clear her thoughts. Maybe a walk would do well to help her figure out a good solution to her conundrum...though it would seem that almost as soon as she arrived at one of the openings in the wall, she saw small tracks in the snow. At first she thought maybe it was a packmate, but then quickly realized the tracks were small enough to nearly match Aoife's, but then the scent didn't match. It clearly belonged to a fox, and the little sly beast had trespassed. The only problem was, she didn't know exactly where it had gone. The foot trail ended abruptly near one of the ramps to the wall, and the crafty creature had clearly dusted away his trail. On high alert now, she figured she didn't need to call for backup considering it was just one fox. She could handle it, right?
Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think
