Eámanë's steely eyes moved carefully over the river's bank, searching for just the right herb for her concoction. It was supposed to help her concentration, and she felt as if that had been lacking as of late...then again, maybe it was just the lack of contact with others of her kind.
The dark colored wolf with the rusty red tails and somewhat-sparkly ornaments usually found herself alone after doing her 'duty', helping whoever or whatever she happened to run across. It wasn't often that she simply ran into another for pleasant conversation, or that she even ran into the same individual twice. Not that she didn't enjoy her solitude - her own mind was a very nice place for good conversation. However, usually conversation with oneself got....boring, after a while.
The small, bright green little plant she was looking for seemed to elude her for now. Oh well - no reason to get perturbed. Sighing softly, she stopped and laid down on the soft damp ground next to the river. Her head dropped to her paws, eyes watching the cool, glassy water with interest. Maybe she was at the wrong river....
