Mallowswarm
Moss in jaws, Mallowswarm moved through Willow's Rise. The cemetery was still shrouded in silence, silence that felt heavier and more oppressive the longer she was there. She wished to hear birdsong, or the scurry of a small creature through the undergrowth, but the only sound that reached her ears was her patrolmates' pawsteps. Even they grew faint and disappeared as she moved further away from them. It left her feeling on edge.
Eventually she spotted cobwebs, glistening in the space between a branch and the trunk of a tree. Mallowswarm hesitated, realising that she didn't know how to collect them. These weren't like most herbs; she couldn't hold them in her maw. She'd have to find another way to carry them. Maybe she could make them stick to her pelt, or... she looked away from the cobwebs, thinking. Her gaze fell on a stick lying on the ground nearby and it came to her. Of course. She should have thought of it sooner.
Mallowswarm walked to where the stick was and picked it up, holding it in her jaws along with the moss. She removed the cobwebs with its other end, wrapping them around the stick as best as she could. There, that should do it.
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