In the shadows of the forest

Although Ember was far from the botanically inclined sort like her brother was, she had come to Hemlock with the intentions of helping the pack get their footing a grow. One of those tasks included helping to build up the pack's herb and medicine stores. Being a mountain-dwelling group, plant life was unsurprisingly difficult to come by, especially in winter. So Ember descended the mountain, chatted up some of the local wolves, and was pointed in the direction of the Soulless Forest. Despite its ominous name, the forest was the home to a good number of helpful herbs the healers of Hemlock could use. So Ember headed into the forest with nothing but her cloak, her bag, and her courage.

The forest was dark and silent—almost unnaturally so—with nothing but the sounds of her own breathing and the crunching of snow under her paws to be heard. There were no birds, no insects, no activity from other animals of any kind. It was almost as if the entire forest had been abandoned. Creeeeepy... Em thought to herself with a shudder, convincing herself it was just the cold and not the eeriness of the woods. Clambering over some thick upturned roots, Ember began sniffing about for any signs of the plants she was looking for. Marigold, with its little golden blossoms. Trillium, with its set of three white petals. Lady's Slipper, with long purplish buds.

Ember roamed about the dense forest with her head down and nose to the ground, not paying attention to where she was going. Not that there was anything to worry about other than accidentally walking into a tree. She didn't know if she'd find any of the plants she sought this time of year, but dammit, she had to try! And the sooner she got what she was looking for, the sooner she could leave this creepy place.

"Ember Carpathius" | "Carpathian"