Believed him wandering... Sam never wandered, no matter how boring the task she had given him was proving to be. He would much rather deal with the chore than whatever punishment she could come up with when he finally did return. She knew that. Why she would think he would just go off and do whatever he wanted to for any reason escaped him. There was no point in it.
A slight rustle off to his left attracted his attention. He glanced over to find a bush with a whithering portion near the center. Odd. That should not have happened either. Today was filled with odd happenings. He looked to Seona to assure she had seen it as well.
And she had. The sound of a breath had turned her attentions from the feline for a moment, her gaze half shifting toward the disturbance. It was probably just some animal, but the injury to the leaves concerned her. Nothing should have been able to cause that in a climate such as this one.
She nodded to her son, then looked fully on the cat, Fondue. An odd name for a cat, but fitting concidering his interest in a plant, presumably an herb of some sort. He must be a chef, or an aspiring one, though his description of "useful" and "spectacular foods" was not especially helpful.
"Did this recipe have a sketch with it?" she inquired, genuinely curious as to what he was searching for. "Or a description of leaves or flowers- even a scent- perhaps? I fear I will be unable to tell you if I have no image to go on." That much was truth. Her garden, as well as the rest of the forest, contained many plants that could be helpful in a culinary persuit. She could not simply suggest one that might be wrong, especially since she wished to ask for this recipe in return for her assistance. Anything that would drive such a small creature this far out into the unknown.
Samhain walked slowly to the injured bush, holding out a hand all the while. The leaves were dying, though not in a way he had seen often before. Only once, in fact, when that blizzard witch had come through on her way south. When he reached it, his palm touched the leaves and found them cold. Definitely out of place here.
He muttered a few words of healing he had learned over the years to the shrub. The bright green began to seep back into the foliage, and he smiled. His tricks had worked twice today. That was new. Now to find the source of the disturbance. He could feel now traces of magic in the leaves other than his own, unlike the incident with the other witch. This must have been something else, something arctic lost in the woods or wandering at the least.