Don't you ever for a second get to thinking

*Arian* · 04-15-2014, 07:34 PM

Autumn was a great time to gather herbs, or more over the last time to do it before the winter blew over. Arian had spent enough time in Seracia to know they had a large selection of herbs in this gulley, let alone all the dangerous plants as well. Though, confident enough the girl was sure she knew the difference between the helpful ones and the not so helpful ones. Things here in her home had been rather quiet, more or less boring. Arian had to find her own things to do, and make sure everyone was healthy as she had promised her alphess and her friends. That was how she saw it anyhow, but for the first time in her life she was being reminded of the pain she felt when she saw her dad die, and her mother and siblings starve because of their inability to hunt and survive. As it stood, surviving was the most important thing, but so was mental health. She sighed, nuzzling through the feverfew patch she had found to make sure they were ripe and alright to pick.
It reminded her of the days her father would brag about the stories of the kingdoms their heritage ensued. A few of the wolves were real, though lots of them now long gone, it made her feel like she was part of something bigger. While now she was alone, her adopted parents were in ebony, and her siblings only Denki knew where. While Hajime and Vahva she hadn?t spoken to since she became priest. Neither had she spoken to virgil since she had her litter of pups. It nearly felt like she was losing connection with everyone, which was a high possibility.

Arian?s ears flicked to the sound of the wind, raising herself as she stepped back a bit. All these thoughts were growing in her and she wondered if she?d ever be able to live in a dream like the ones she was told as a child. Her blue eyes shut for a few moments, and opened again. She was the last with this eye patch and she would wear it with pride, it was the same with her hopes of becoming someone the pack depended on. She didn?t have much experience, but she did have the habit of listening, and listening well. Stories, and problems that everyone had told her she stored in memory, it was like how she was already smart when younger as well.
The girl shook her head, pulling some of the feverfew from the roots, keeping sure to be delicate with them. She really didn?t have a den, so these would be stored in her little secret place in the barn she had settled for the herbs to keep them healthy at least through the winter and be useable for the sick. Her paws carefully stepping in each direction, placing in places that would not crush the other herbs so that they would grow for next year. Raising her head full of herbs, her eyes scanned the land for anyone who might be lurking, maybe just false hope with the silence.

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