Thump, thump, thump... silence... Anatola was not trying to move quietly, not that she was the greatest at it either. The three legged female had long ago come to terms with that. It was always odd when her steps never quite matched up due to her missing foreleg. To the patchwork black and white wolf, today was just another day. She was starting to be mindful of her herb supply. As a result, she continued to explore these new to her lands to discern where she might resupply. Ana's tail swayed back and forth naturally with her uneven, yet unhindered steps. The woodlands were a great place to scope out, even with it being late in the fall.

Her yellow gaze drifted about, looking for tell-tale signs of what she needed. Certain flowers, certain leaf shapes. Occasionally, she would pause and give a plant a good sniff to confirm its identity. A small frown creased her maw as she noted the ivy scatterin the earth in places. "Poison ivy..." she mused before moving on.

"Ah!" she exclaimed with a grin, as she plucked some stay marigolds, tucking them away into her satchel. Those would definitely be useful to have before winter. The dual colored wolf continued again, maintaining her smile, reassured that she would be able to find plants she needed in this place. Of course, she had yet to use her skills since her arrival, but Ana was now confident she could if the need arose. This was a good day.