private for marik, located in the Chebucto Peninsula---wc 207
Anya trotted far that day, never expecting to wander as far as she had. The birds had taunted her, pecking at her ears like bees over a luscious flower. It had seemed like the birds were driving her to find something or someone...
The dark femme looked around, rather annoyed at the sparrows who had driven her this far out of the pack boundaries. She noted dimly that there had been an abandoned cemetery somewhere north of here, in the city. Anya realized that there were many herbs here that Phoenix Valley, for all the herbs that were there, did not have.
Anya raised her head suddenly as she smelled something. She couldn't quite identify what the scent was, so she lowered her head and began to gather the herbs that would help heal her wolfen family at Phoenix Valley. She was bound and determined to earn back her place in Phoenix Valley, and thus claim the position of apothecary. Parsley was a good herb for cooking, sage helped keep the flies away from any wound, and rosemary and thyme helped to invigorate the individual who smelled them. An old human folksong, Scarborough Fair, ran through her head, drowning out any possible thought.
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