twitch hadn’t meant to come out this far, but necessity called to her. twitch crouched, sniffed once, then shifted on her heels with a grimace. not what she needed. she’d been clawing at vague ideas for days—old lessons from her mother remembered in pieces. comfrey, maybe. something for wounds. for the aching.

she straightened with a huff, paw brushing her side as if to smooth away the memory burned into her skin. she didn’t look. refused to. it was enough to feel it—every step a reminder. herbs wouldn’t fix what was broken, but they might dull the edge of it. that was enough. she moved again, deeper into green, ears twitching for the telltale scent of yarrow or thyme. it didn’t matter how long it took—she’d find it eventually.