07-08-2009, 02:46 PM
Anya was wandering and pondering, as she normally did, looking for a patch of herbs that the birds had told her about. She was cautious, since she was still worried about the loner pack finding her this far north. But the birds in Colorado had whispered every night in their roosts about a land that was plentiful with herbs, near Nova Scotia. That was what had drawn her here when she was exiled.
Anya heard voices in the winds, and very carefully placed herself upwind of the owners of the voices, intending to make her presence known. She recognized both voices, and smiled at the thought of company. Perhaps they could help her find the herbs she was looking for.
Anya heard voices in the winds, and very carefully placed herself upwind of the owners of the voices, intending to make her presence known. She recognized both voices, and smiled at the thought of company. Perhaps they could help her find the herbs she was looking for.