Ina shivered.
The rain fell hard on her back as she collected herbs, berries and mushrooms. It was the perfect time to collect these items. Grey and rainy mornings gave potency to the components.
It had been a week since Athyn had left. It had been a week since Ina had known anything from Peppermint.
As the Druid made her way back to the hut, arms tightly crossed over her chest, soaked in water and allowing herself to quiver to produce as much warmth as she could, a familiar white shape rushed out of her cabin.
"Mint." Ina started running as best as her cold-constricted body allowed her to.
Mint said something, but the rain didn't let Ina understand. She fell to her knees and put her gatherings on the floor to open her arms and receive Mint in a hug. The fox clashed with her so forcefully, Ina fell on her back.
"Please help him," said Mint on top of Ina. "Please, please help him."