winter forage

With Merrick back on his feet, Keelin was free to continue her efforts in growing more comfortable being a pack wolf and learning more of the wolves that they lived with. When a group began to form to go out and scout the new land that Manea had begun to stake her claim on for healing herbs she volunteered to come along. Following along at the back of the cluster that was lead by a large violet man that she had learned was named Indigo, she let her ruby gaze begin to scan the landscape to find any herbs that might have managed to survive the winter well enough to harvest. It was going to be slim pickings this time of year, but she had hope that once the weather warmed again they would have better luck. She glanced up when the smaller girl that was with them, Satira she believed she was called, mentioned finding valerian root it encouraged Keelin to keep looking. Looking over the rush of cattails, she spotted a willow tree near the edge of the lake and she went over to it, quickly realizing it was a White Willow. The long branches were not much more than gangly sticks right now, but that didn't matter much since it was the bark she wanted. Hopping up so that her paws were resting on the trunk, she began to break and pull away pieces of the bark from a section of the tree, tucking them into her satchel as she went.

"Keelin"