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It could be said that she was a hoarder for sure, her den was always heaving with plants and outside of her den she had long set up racks to dry plants and skins and bladders to hold all important water that preformed as the base for every potion she made.
One of these skeins hung around her neck sloshing gently as she moved. It was a good day, she had found lots of new plants,s he had even found a flower she hadn’t seen before. She was excited to get it home, to study it, so excited in fact that she didn’t even notice another’s presence.