you don't want my heart

This place was a fucking gold mine. Herbs everywhere. Literally, everywhere. Trotting through the new growth forest, she was only delighted. Summer was in the air, and her first heat season had gone without any issue. Ha! Take that, mom. She wasn't going to fail out in the big world!

Now, it was time to put her knowledge to good use. Where sunlight fell in more than dapples, dandelions had taken root. Even a pup would know a dandelion. She plodded past them without taking much notice, since she would be able to find those anywhere. Throw a stick in the air, and it'll probably land on a patch of 'em.

There was a thicket of underbrush growing around a few close clumped trees. Now, there was a good place to find some herbs. Head low, tail hanging loosely between her thighs, she wandered closer. If she guessed right.. oh. Maybe not. It was shady, and there was no soggy ground nearby. Where was the motherwort? Hmm. She narrowed her eyes, frowning to herself as she looked around. Maybe she just wasn't putting her back into it. Pushing aside the overhanging bushes, she stuck her head through the gap. Aha! See, there. Some motherwort. A few weeks ago, she might have been able to use that. Well, that sucked. At least she knew where it would be, now. She'd come back here next spring, and nab some.

Letting the bushes spring back into place, she cast her attention elsewhere. What else was lurking in this immense hoarde of useful herbs? Surely something she could afford to stock up on.