Eywa bless me [Roman]

[[Roman]]


Nytiri sat in her den, one that she had tried to make as special as she could since she would be staying there for a while. It was under a very large tree, she had hollowed out the roots, making tick marks in the dirt siding to store herbs she knew how to use. She had a small moss patch in the back where the wind would not reach that she slept on. All in all, she had worked very hard on it, and it was rather wide. She made it larger because she would spend much time there and wanted some room. She was definitely weird, she was perhaps crazy. She loved details way too much.

Her white fur had been freshly groomed and cleaned as she left her den and searched the trees next to hers for some herbs to store up. She knew the basics, she was forced to learn them before she was banished. It had been a dull subject, but she was thankful to have the knowledge rather than waltzing around like some sozzled bastard who pretends to know all. She sniffed a plant she was not familiar with, until she realized that it was a lavender plat. She picked it and took it back to her den before going out to repeat the process. Later she would surely look for packmates; that was another thing Roman had told her to do.