winter forage

Scylla sighed and shrugged as Indigo spoke of collecting the wood later. She hadn't meant for them to collect it now. It was simply something useful that would be a resource to the pack. The sulky little teen checked to see if her cattails were still in the basket and then began to move back towards the mountain. She'd done her part, had located useful things, now she would head back so that she could focus on things that she wanted to do rather than things that she was obligated to do. The small girl followed the same path back that the giant purple bulldozer had made, figuring they'd all be able to find their own way back. On the way, she picked a few more cattails and took them back with her.

"Scylla Klein"