Riversong looked over the entrance to her primary stash with critical eyes. Located right above her winter burrow it would be the last one she made use of as the harshest part of the cold months came and she was unable or reluctant to leave. She didn't honestly need much, she really could have gotten by with a great deal less then she had on hand, but the excess was in case of emergencies and unexpected guests. She'd made no lasting friends in her years living in the woods but that didn't mean she wouldn't help someone who'd become lost or run out of supplies. With a thick coat and well built supply network she was in a unique position to help travelers in winter and despite her less then welcoming demeanor did find a certain happiness in it.
On the slave chain and in her years of wandering she'd never really had a home or much of a purpose. She'd survived and found little joys but living full time in the relative peace of Moss-flower had given her security and a sense of belonging. It wasn't the camaraderie of redwall or even some of the outlaying hamlets but it was more then she'd ever thought to have and suited her better in a way. She'd felt smothered during her few visits to the abbey despite good intentions. It was enough for her to visit during the feasts and trade news and sometimes goods before departing back to her own place.
The last of the walnuts she'd gathered boxed and shelved she took a moment to sit and enjoy the autumn colors of the woods. It was a goodly place at any time of the year but she liked it best just on the cusp of the seasons, spring flowers giving way to summer fruit, autumn fire to stark winter black on white.
Her home at the tree's base was formed in a hallow between massive roots with a frame of thick branches she'd scavenged covered in earth as a roof. A large single room it was comfortable with shelves full of her carvings, bead work and her other crafts as well as more practical items she'd made herself in seasons past. It was comfortable even without a fire for heat in winter thanks to the thick insulation of the earth and the blankets she'd woven. Bright bands of color with beads sewing to them as well they were her treasures.
With her days work done she stretched and and headed to a bench seat she'd traded a mouse for a few seasons before, drawing a book from her belt pouch. A small thing mostly on the plants of Mossflower much of it was beyond her newly acquired literacy but the pictures and some of the words like edible and poisonous were more then enough to keep her entertained. Laying out on the bench she turned to the book mark and started where she'd left off. Burdock leaf.