Something grand was unfolding for the Ithuriel family, and while he was not one to shy away from theatrics, the wraith needed a break. He headed for the sound of rushing water, hoping for a chance to wash away the grime. Much as he thrived in the desert, he was not a fan of being covered in sand and dust all day. As the barren ground turned to lush grass beneath his paws, the male eased his pace to a lackadaisical ambling. Frail limbs swept ethereally across the plush terra, lithe muscles rippling beneath ebon pelt. As he came to the sight of an immense river cutting through the landscape, all plans of a bath were promptly scrapped. The banks swollen with runoff from the winter, he was not eager to entertain the notion of drowning. He'd stay dusty. Instead, he opted to seek out some herbs that he could make use of. With the rampant warfare being waged by and upon his kin, it was best to stock up. He wasn't sure if there were any other healers or oracles on hand, and he had no interest in taking chances. Thus, the male meandered along the bank of the river in search of plantlife. It didn't take too long for him to locate some horsetail, which would be ideal in the event that Nephthys or one of the others got into another scuffle. He padded closer, inspecting the branching stalks of the plant for damage, illness, or infestation. It looked alright, from what he could tell. He started delicately grasping fronds between his teeth and working them with his carnassials to sever them from the rest of the plant. He'd have to do the rest of the preparations at another location to make them useful, but he could gather a fair bit here. Speech

While Ásvor had anticipated the south being a rather unappealing place to live, well... it wasn't turning out to be quite so bad after all. Perhaps her newly blossoming relationship with Valdis was the main reason it was more tolerable than she'd expected, but.. the weather really wasn't so bad. Surely the summer would leave much to be desired, at least for her tastes, but the nights were still pleasantly chilly despite the daytime warmth. At least the arrival of spring gave her plenty of distractions in the form of herbs, and she was keeping herself busy scouting out the lands neighboring Legion's and assessing where she could find plants that might be of interest to her. Now that she'd been part of a pack for some time her supply was alarmingly boring; most were plants with real medicinal uses rather than her.. preferred sort. Hoping to remedy that, she ventured out along the edge of the river that bordered Legion's lands. The land along the riverbank was fertile and Asvor felt it had great promise. The flow of the river was stronger than usual, thanks to the melting snows from the north, and so Asvor kept a safe distance from the muddy banks as she went. Little caught her attention - a small cluster of valerian root she'd passed by recently, as well as some marshmallow that she considered gathering but decided against - until she saw a dark-coated male about her size in the distance. Not only that, but he seemed to be working some kind of plant between his jaws, and she raised a brow slowly as she approached quietly. "Find something interesting, have you?" Asvor called out when she drew closer, a faint grin tugging at her lips as she looked the stranger over.