I can't keep track of them all

*Callisto* · 08-08-2015, 11:23 PM

Walk | Talk | Think

She was back to slowly walking through the territory again, searching in her methodical way for plants that would prove beneficial additions to her healer's cache. It was an arduous undertaking but one that was showing progress with each outing that she took, and currently her collection of medicinal plants resembled something akin to what she wanted it to look like. In a way, it thrilled her knowing there was still so much more of the Gulley to look through, knowing there were still other plants out there she had either not found yet or knew nothing about, remedies both familiar and new. Callisto hoped to soon have the Gulley fully investigated, but she was in no rush. Collecting and identifying plants was part of the fun, possibly even more entertaining for her than seeing the effects they had on a body - especially when those bodies had a tendency to talk when her preference was that they remain silent.

As much as she seemed to tolerate what it was that Callisto did, the cat had ideas of her own and things that she would rather do. For that reason, the healer was alone as she traveled this day, enjoying the quiet as well as the task at hand. Her silvery blue eyes examined the small, freshly green plants that grew to her left, even pausing a moment to inspect them more closely with a cautious sniff. Hm, maybe not something that she could use. With a final glance at the plant, she continued moving once more, her nose continually scenting the air for unique smells that she hoped would lead her to new finds.

Only it was not the smell of a plant that caught her attention and drew her brows downward into an irksome frown. It was the smell of a wolf, rather close to where she was, and almost by instinct she began to look around her with a new purpose. Ever since traveling north in search of her children, her paranoia had skyrocketed, and meeting new individuals had begun to feel like a test of fate to see whether something horrible would come to ruin the semblance of happiness that she had found her in the isolation of the Fern Gulley. Her first instinct was to hide, to slip away unseen and hopefully allow the wanderer to pass before picking up where she had left off. She thought, too, of calling for help, knowing full well that her friend - friend? - Jakart would be there in an instant if she so much as thought his name. But as she looked around and thought of her...friend...and his family she began to feel an unexpected sense of bravery, invincibility. She had protection here. She knew wolves who would stand up in her defense if anyone threatened her. What did she have to fear from some trespasser wandering through her home?

Still frowning as a new sense of pride slowly began to circulate through her system, the black and grey wolf padded quietly in pursuit of the scent, tracking it to its source. Before she could give herself entirely away, Callisto hesitated, watching a moment as the other wolf looked at the plants around her. In fact...she actually seemed to be doing much the same thing that Callisto had been doing before the scent of the trespasser had interrupted her. Feeling possessive of the plants here, no matter that most of them grew elsewhere in the woods and would provide more than enough for a few wolves to share, the healer finally ventured forward and stopped, addressing the stranger bluntly and without greeting. "What are you doing?"

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