
After her stay with one of the tribes, Hang the Moon had repeated their knowledge every day as she walked and, at night, would practice the herb gathering and flower harvesting as well as the salve and tonic making that they had showed her. She carried a bag of seeds and, when she found the right conditions, would plant them in areas where they were scarce or non existent. If more kin could access the plants with the healing properties that she'd learned about, perhaps more could learn as well.
She found herself at the edge of a body of water one such night, digging soggy holes for the seeds of one of the flowers that only bloomed under the light of a full moon. Due to how infrequently it opened its petals it was difficult to spread on its own and thus needed her help. It was a very helpful plant, one that had many purposes. If Hang the Moon could have a little patch grow here then she could return in a few months time to gather up any seeds that had been produced to spread the wealth of the plant further.
She was committed to her task, digging her front hoof into the damp ground over and over to get to the proper depth before shaking a few seeds from a roughly made pouch that hung around her neck. She covered them up and moved down a few paces before repeating the process, making sure that the conditions were perfect: the wetter the ground the better, but too close to the edge of the water would spell disaster if the pond rose at all.