Azariah was out searching for herbs, a never-ending task it seemed. She was quite familiar with the bounty to be harvested from the thickets and the blackberry fields by now. She had a faint memory of certain healing plants that preferred the moisture around springs and falls. Her plan was to go to Bramble Falls first and then pay a visit to her spring before she headed back home. Although she was happy in the Thickets with her family, the private spring would always hold a special place in her heart. It was her first memory and anchor here in the Lore. Whatever the reasoning, she was excited to see the place that she had set up her first camp and for that reason alone she decided to travel through the Ghastly Woods to get there faster.


Just as the spring held a certain appeal for her these spectral woods repelled her. She'd promised herself that she wouldn't be back, but her desire to see her special place, coupled with her desire to return home soon won out. That was how she found herself traveling through the dark section of woods with feelings of anxiety tightening her shoulder muscles and prompting her into a brisk trot. When the call split the air she let out a small surprised yelp herself before she stopped and focused on the distressed call. The Healer in her could never turn away from someone that needed help.


Her petite golden body fairly flew towards the yelping and she let out an abbreviated call of her own to let the other wolf know that she was on the way. A few minutes later, she came upon a young woman about her age with an alabaster pelt and lush tail that seemed to be getting the wrong end of a thorny tangle of bushes. Her sea blue eyes took in the situation quickly before meeting a pair of bright yellow ones and introducing herself to the distressed girl with a friendly wave of her golden plume. "I'm Azariah Phoenix of Secret Woodlands. I think that I can help if you'll allow me, Miss."