NOT GONNA MAKE IT THROUGH THIS

*Gossamir* · 05-24-2014, 12:33 PM

Gossamir had been out gathering herbs and getting herself back in shape since she'd been infected with a stomach bug. This most recent trip had been her longest yet and her jaws ached with the cache of herbs she held between her jaws. Fronds of agrimony, meadowsweet, lady's slipper, wolfsbane and valerian root were her latest bundle, dried and stores away in the outskirts of the gorge. These were her winter stores but it would do no good to keep them tucked so far away from the densite. Gossamir sighed. She needed to start looking into better ways to carry things.

Trudging through the drifting snow the young female was alerted to smell of blood and the snarls of her packmates. Her heart raced as her legs pushed against the earth, propelling her toward the gathering.

It was choas, sheer chaos. Roamer and August appeared to be very sick as well as another male she didn't recognize. Her heard drooped. She had no idea what they had or how to help them. Her eyes went to another femme she didn't know who seemed to be messing with some herbs. She bolted toward the femme and quickly dropped her gathering. "What the hell is going on? Any way I can help?" August spoke and her hackles laced down her spine. Voices? oh no?.

Quickly she sized up the male and carefully snipped off what she guessed was the appropriate amount of wolfsbane to sedate him. As a mistress of poisons she only knew that it was not enough to kill him. How effective the dose would be was difficult to tell. "August, quick, devour these."

She turned towards the other male in time to see him attack. "NO!"

ooc: not sure who Faust is going for so left it open xD

Sharpening my words...

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