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[Amaranth]

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http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv28 ... rs/Amarant h1.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background- position:bottom; border:1px solid black;"> Set near Rabbit Lake. Sorry it's (very!) short, I wanted to get it done tonight but I've been studying for a midterm all night. Feel free to assign identities to any herbs she's gathered, she's just picking anything interesting. --- It was a long run from what Amaranth was told was "home," but the view was well worth it. The lake - rabbit lake, someone had said - was as picturesque as it had been described to her, but it wasn't even the reason she came. The copper-tinted gray wolf bent her head down in a clearing by the lake, sniffing at all the strange plants. A few she recognized, though they smelled slightly different than the ones she had used before. One made her sneeze the first time she came near it, and she avoided it from that point onward. Amaranth began selecting a few of the plants - some foreign, some familiar - for further research. Cursing her lack of Dawali's paws (so dextrous, so imminently... useful!) or anything of the sort, she set to work tugging the plants out of the ground with her teeth, trying to do as little damage to the stalks as possible. Several leaf-less roots were left in the ground due to her clumsiness, but over a short period of time she amassed quite a stock of mostly-whole plants. These she piled neatly, the bases of their stems aligning for easy collection later. Resolving not to let the scenery go to waste, Amaranth walked slowly towards the lake, carrying her precious gatherings gingerly in her mouth. She was not relishing the idea of the run back to the packla - tribelands, she reminded herself - after so few days' rest in her new home, but at least she could take a bit of a break here. It was with mixed awe for the scenery and dread for the run ahead that she knelt to drink from the lake, savoring its 'warm' taste after her recent experience with spring water. With a sullen glance back towards the clearing, Amaranth resolved to return shortly for more of the plants. There were simply too many to carry at once, not without those strange-but-wonderful paws.

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[Svara Thames]

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OOC:Svara got beat up really bad recently, so I'm moving it ahead a little so she can be out there with Amartha with out dyeing XDDDD


She had wondered from the cabin. She knew who the people were now and accepted it, but it didn't make it any better that she couldn't remember who they were. Jac, the one missing the arm, was the leader of their new found pack, and apparently hadn't known him that long before the attack. Then there was Firefly, apparently her best friend, a women who had risked her life for her before and probably would do so again. Finally there was Leroy, the husky who had held her to him when her body had first been found. The male who had cried over her, his scent mixed with salty tears. She hadn't been told everything, hadn't wanted to know everything. Already she could feel the hurt of the others for not knowing them.

Wounds were all over her red fur. Down to her tail and calfs, all the way up to her face. Her tail had been the worst, missing a piece of it along with a crooked kink in it, it would take a long time to get it to have a normal shape again if ever. Although she couldn't remember the people that were close to her or the past beyond the attack of the blue eyed demon, she remembered herbs upon herbs, and every medical thing she had known prior to the event. Maybe she should be grateful she didn't remember what had happened. Would there be people she would never know about again? People she had loved that had died? Did it matter then? If they were dead then wasn't it better to never know about their existence?

Walking with a wobbled step she hadn't expected to find another wolf. At first she growled like the frightened wounded animal she was, not even thinking to hide her pain and fear of other living creatures. Then composure came to mind and she stopped baring her teeth at the stranger. She wondered if she knew her, or if she had before the attack. Closing her eyes Svara tried for the millionth time to bring up some memory, but the only image that came up behind her eye lids was that of a brown wolf with cold blue eyes. Her demon. Quickly opening her eyes she watched the she wolf closely waiting for her to say something, because Svara didn't intend to say much of anything.

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