The golden girl was padding through the pack lands, the warmth of spring had begin to melt the snow and some herbs were beginning to sprout again. Her store still wasn’t where she wanted it to be but it was growing at least. What remained of her motherwort was going to need replenishing soon, a trip out east would need to be made but she had at least one or more stalk that was still good.
A fear smell suddenly assaulted her senses. Eyes growing wide the girl trotted to follow the scent. It took her to a den. Slowly she peered inside, soft voice finally lifting from her lips. "Are you alright?" A stupid question perhaps but if she could get the wolf to understand she wasn’t there to hurt them it was for the better. Her eyes adjusted to the dark and landed upon the swollen belly of a woman she didn’t know.
"I’ll be right back." The girl would rush off towards her stash, pushing her way into her den and digging up the small pile. Teeth clamping around the one still usable stalk of Motherwort and a few other herbs good for pain; she only hoped she could get back to the woman’s den before the rest of the pack showed up… she had a feeling Arcanum wasn’t exactly going to be kind to the clearly distressed woman.
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