Insert Clever Title Here About Healing

A satchel is looped over her shoulder, bouncing against her fur as she makes her way down into Dreamer’s Col. Since her last time here, she has frequented the stalls more often. Though her mother and siblings are good about helping her out, the pup also enjoys the different wares she can find. Especially since not every plant she searched for was available in her mother’s expansive garden. Today, she was on the hunt for dried lavender and beeswax. In her satchel, she has tucked away rabbit hides and a few bundles of Queen Anne’s Lace. While she could use the plant for her own salves, there was plenty up in the northern regions so she had no need to keep too much in the reserves.

Ursa makes her way through the hallways with quick steps toward the Marketplace. Hearing the hustle and bustle of wolves trading and conversing causes her heart to quicken and anxious feeling in her belly to make it slightly upset. This would be her first time alone here. Usually Warden or Wylan came with her and they would help her speak and trade. Warden was especially good at it and Wylan was always so charming. Her, though? She was just a bundle of nerves with a tied tongue.

Stopping at the beginning of the Marketplace, she looks around. The lighting is warm but slightly dim. The stalls line the large room with different wolves and other animals at each one. Where was she to start?