Midafternoon, Weather - Misty and cloudy. Temp 9 degrees
Though his knowledge of the healing arts was limited to what his mother had been able to teach him before her death it was enough to get him started in at least finding the herbs and plants that she had taught him about. The knowledge she had given him was something that he cherished and his hope was that one day he would be very well versed in his chosen niche. His most recent explorations had brought him much further north and a two days walk from his den site. He wasn’t sure what he would find this far north but he knew that there had to be something that he could use. However he did not expect to find much of anything due to the weather being so cold, still at least he would know where to look when spring arrived.
His pelt was dampened by the mist that had been falling throughout the day as he traveled through the lore and as he felt a drop of the cold liquid fall down the shafts of his fur he shook in order to take some of the wetness from his coat. It was certainly not the best time to be traveling but moving through the forest not only gave him an idea of what was around him in case he should have to pull from that knowledge later but also the motion helped to keep him warm. However the wet weather that day should not have been coupled with the cold that had also settled on the lore.
His journey finally took a pause as he noticed in the dense forest that there were birch trees and he remembered his mother telling him once about a fungus that could be collected from them. Emrys walked around one of the trees looking for any sign there might be some of the plant left that he might try and gather but on the first tree he did not see any. Slowly he walked between two more trees his gaze fixed upward as he walked around another of the trees.