Your vibe attracts your tribe

Scald didn’t seem bothered by the fact she hadn’t said much it seemed. He didn’t acknowledge the apology, but that suited Rivin fine. She didn’t exactly like doing so anyway. The further they padded into the lands she could feel the soil start dampening at her paws. Lifting her gaze to the horizon spoke of why. The water she had smelled before belonged to a creek littered with various dams. Huh, it seemed the beavers had been left unchecked here. The femme flicked her tail back and forth with amusement. And even better, a cluster of the very plant she was looking for was dead ahead. Fairly tall, the specimens she looked at had to be close to three feet tall. Ah, perfect!

Rivin gave a small nod as Scald spoke, telling her that he hadn’t been here as much as his sister or father, but he’d been there. He turned the question back around on her and Rivin frowned. She hadn’t expected to need to bring that up but… “Yeah, the first raid I went on brought me to Auster. We fought those koi wolves, me and my companion left a pretty good wound on the first opponent, but well…” The scars on her face suggested what had come of the second one. Rivin shrugged. “Still, nice to have a chance to see what the lands have to offer.” She stopped by the horsetail and set to digging around the plant. The wet soil made digging easy, thankfully.

Her brow furrowed, focused on the task of preserving the plant. She wanted to get as much of it as possible. While cutting it down could make carrying it in her bag possible, she actually wanted to leave it intact and finagle it under the bag so she could carry even more plants back with her. Might as well make the most of the trip. Besides, there could be even rarer finds deeper in Auster if she just took the time to explore it. Would Scald be up for an extended trip, she wondered?

"Speech," 'Thought.'