Herb Antics

*Segolia* · 06-03-2013, 10:34 AM

Segolia wandered through the harsh, green sturdy pines into a small clearing where some unusual herbs lay. She padded over, her somewhat hat-like fur ruffled in the harsh, early winter wind. The herb was some yellow Yarrow, very rare this far into winter, excellent for cleaning wounds and treating colds. She quickly stuffed it into her herb bag and carried on until she reached a small, partly frozen stream and sat down. A small winter trout was swimming along the bank, unaware to a wolf just above it. Segolia swiped out a paw and caught the trout' s tail.She whipped it out it the river and finished its life with a snap the the neck.

After finishing her small meal, she lay down next to a tree that shielded her from the bitter wind. A faint scent of beer was on the wind but she didn't worry. She sat counting and naming her herbs quietly, the faint uneasy feeling of being in heat nagging her

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