Spring Green Wintergreen

It was always a long trek to arrive at the Valley for gathering expeditions to pick herbs that grew especially well here. The bloated pack that had taken up residence to the north and east of Valhalla’s lands well before Ardyn had taken a hiatus made travel longer, as they claimed the rocks that lay between Emerald Valley and the Plains.

She kept tabs as she went, noting that the dominant scent had shifted quite recently from the woman who had been the pack’s leader, to a male of a similar scent, perhaps a sibling, given how close the scents were. It was information that could be sent out each time Lyr returned to fill those at home in on Ardyn and Tel’s travels, and whether they’d been successful in finding Tel’s sire and dam, or at least learning more about her past.

Today, Legacy sought to replenish her stock of Wintergreen, and perhaps see about taking home some to attempt propagating. The only other place it grew was on the Dancefloor, which Insomnia lay claim. She didn’t doubt she could just ask Medusa if she could gather from them, but when there was a source easily accessible by comparison, Legacy didn’t wish to bother the pack.

Finally, she crested the ride and gazed down into the valley below. It was spring lush, and ungulates could be spotted meandering as they browsed or grazed. Fawns would be tucked away in stands of tall grass and low shrubs.

Legacy ignored that thought, though, wending her way along the path down, eyes on alert for the plant she sought.