★ Random Event: Supply scramble!

Paws carried the earthen healer through the downpour. Her eyes squinted against the storm, and her ears were pushed back as she braced herself to walk through the weather. She hadn't intended to be out in a storm like this, but she had been collecting herbs herself that she needed to add to her own cache of herbs back at the den she'd made for herself.

Her nose twitched, catching the faintest scent of wolves who had been in the area before, along with the stronger smell of herbs. Following the scent, Cheiren found the cache of herbs. She paused for a moment, not wanting to steal from another healer. But then she noticed water leaking into the cache from the ceiling. If she didnt start to take some of the herbs from here, they would all get ruined and then they would be of no use to anyone.

Acting quickly, Cheiren began to grab pawfuls of the herbs and back out of the cache. Her main thought was saving whatever herbs she could from this cache before they all were lost to the storm. As she pulled out the pawfuls, she would careful tie them into neat bundles with the large leaves she had with her. It would help her carry them back to her den, where she would wait for it to stop raining so that she could begin to dry them out under the sun.

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