Scarcity

Quickly the rush of fera that had turned into aggression dropped and a sensation of warm solid relief replaced the yearlings desire to fight for her life. She sighed kind of feeling embarrassed for acting this way. Though she had get good reasons to be, it was that or being seen a weak and attacked by the wrong wolf.

More relaxed, she heard her rushed speech. "Herbalist, much like me then.." She said mostly to herself but loud enough to be heard by the other who also seemed to struggle with herb stores. "I don't know if that can be stretched without making the wrong medicament.. some herbs cant be mixed.." She said now in a soft yet wesving voice. "I am sorry...for snapping.." It was the least she could do to mend the stress caused to her poor girl.

She began to think, think if there could be a way to make the limited resources usable still, maybe making gardens? Planting on a place? Or with water? Many questions arose.

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"Petra Morningstar"