Phanta happily rummaged around her herbal stores. Since coming to the Thrymheim pack, she'd progressed a great deal in her herbal medicine practice. The Christmas Pack was very good to her- she'd learned so much there. But Thrymheim... the goddess Skaði demanded much from her healers. Phanta had had to relearn the recipes she'd known, learn to forage in this new mountain home, and keep up with the needs of the rough and tumble hunters of the Thrymheim pack.
As she looks up from her stores Phanta sees her daughter and granddaughter sleeping, cuddled together in a corner of the burrow, surrounded by the efforts of their learning. Neither was proficient in herbal medicines yet- Phera was learning to scout, so that she could become an expert in foraging later, and Phina was still a wee pup. But Phanta can see that they both have inherited her skills. She knows that her time will soon come, and Phera will inherit the Arnica Crown, but in the meantime she'll enjoy these quiet mornings in the burrow.
