The sun was high, the heat not really unbearable but with the worry hanging over her shoulders it was starting to weigh Trixie down. When she had went out to the field she seen that Carol was dragging one water bucket back to the prison, making her wonder why no none else was helping, but as she passed Carol informed her there was no more water. The bottom was dragging on the line and it was mudded up but Trixie knew how to get it cleared, she had before with Merle, and when she told Carol shew as going to do just that Carol suggested she grab a few more items while out in the woods. Trixie had taken a bag, for the berries and leaves and herbs Hershel had gathered before, and then a few empty water bottles to grab more water while they waited for the soon to be cleared line to fill back up. She knew she wouldn't take long, she was hoping to be back before the group left, but she also wanted to grab a few wild games if she could. Hershel had told her what to watch out for and she knew if anything seemed off on the animals, like it did with the deer, she was not to even touch it. The place she needed to be was just on the outskirts of the prison anyways, so she didn't expect anything more than a few squirrels but even those would help the sick people. Turing to find the pipe that lead to the water system they had Trixie smiled as she noticed that the line had indeed fell and put the pipe in the mud, which was an easy fix, and as she laid over her and Merles homemade plank she quickly used some of the tape and wire she had with her to fix the problem. It was fast, easy just like she thought, and after grabbing the fresh water in the bottle she glanced around for the spot Hershel had said was the best to gather his herbs.

"Damn it Hershel, draw them a map but leave me to my own I see. Need a fucking google to find this." She chuckled to herself, walking into the woods now after a quick search of her surroundings. Her rifle was on one side of her back, the smaller crossbow Michonne had got her a while back on the other where the bag was hanging next to it. She had her machete in her boot of course and Daryl hunting knife, which he always seemed to have her holding now, tucked in her belt. She wasn't scared, far from, but she was cautious since the Governor was still out there as well. The herbs though called to her and when she made it into the woods deep enough she found the trial she had remembered Hershel telling her about and followed it. Sure enough, almost half a mile out from the prison, there was some herbs laying right against the trunk of a nearby tree and Trixie started picking.

"Hello!" She shot her head up quickly, she had heard a noise, something sounding like it was coming her way, and even though calling out to whatever it was, was stupid it was an instinct for her now. She hadn't been collecting for long before she heard the noise, she wasn't wanting to stop yet, but as she stood and went to investigate the sound she knew if she had to she would leave before she fought anyone at the moment. Luckily though the noise was an abandoned walker, laying against another tree and trying to claw out at her, but she just sighed. Shaking her head she turned to head back to the herbs just to see yet another walker coming her way. She scoffed, side stepping the woman walker and plunging her hunting knife deep into the back of its head. As she let it hit the ground, determined to get back to herb picking, she heard a low growl and froze in her steps. It wasn't the growl form a walker, by far, and it wasn't the same growl a human could do no it was a feral animal and she knew one wrong move could have her dead. Hearing it again, coming from her side, she turned her head slowly and noticed two eyes staring at her from under a bush. She wondered what it might be, being low down to the ground, but as she went to step back she saw two more sets of eyes turn her way.

"Hey there little guys….I'm no threat, I don't want to harm you." Trixie held her hands up, hoping whatever it was would just let her leave, but as the leaves from the bush rustled and spread open she was greeted by the sight of something she thought she'd never see again in her life. Crawling, literally crawling out from under the bush was a full grown German Shephard and beside it was two babies. The dog seemed hurt, Trixie could tell it was in pain, and when it stopped about three feet away from her she noticed it wasn't using its back legs at all. One of the smaller dogs, its puppy it seemed, was hunched over the part that seemed to hurt the most but when Trixie knelt to the ground to look at it both puppies scampered behind the bigger dog.

"You a momma or a daddy?" The dog growled at her, its eyes darting between her hands and the knife she still held as if saying 'I saw what you can do' and she wasn't trusting her just yet. This made Trixie smile as she slipped the hunting knife away and reached into her bag. She had grabbed a few squirrels already, not wanting them to go to waste anyways, and she could grab more on the way back too. Pulling a few out she smiled to the bigger dog, its eyes lightening up, slightly, then narrowing at her before it growled.

"Hey now, I know how it is, fending for yourself all the time. And you got pups, I get it." Trixie chuckled, trying to break the dogs hostility towards her as she slowly pulled the freshly skinned meat out of the bag and tossed a piece to the dog. It sniffed the meat, judging it, then huffed softly before gobbling it up. Trixie smiled now, nodding to the poor thing as it whimpered and the pups glanced out from behind it. Tossing a few more pieces out to them she watched as the pups started to eat, more than the bigger one by far, and as the pups came out from under the bigger dog Trixie finally seen what was wrong with her. It was a mother, her breast were still hanging and seemed to be dried up, but her back legs were mangled as if broken in different places and bitten into. Trixie could only imagine that a walker had tried to make her lunch and she fought her way out of its grip, either with or without help but either way she was on deaths door and fighting for her and her pups life.

"Poor girl." Trixie frowned, tossing the rest of the meat out towards the pups and the momma before reaching out her hand and watching as the dog narrowed her eyes again but then sniffed, pushing its wet nose against her palm just briefly before laying its head down and watching its babies eating. Trixie nodded, out of respect, and slowly backed away before standing and returning to the herbs. She needed to get back and she knew there was no way she could help the poor creature, stabbing it quickly could cause her to get a bite, so she just left it in the tiny bubble of peace she had given them. It didn't take her long to finish with the herbs, grabbing some berries as well, and when she shot a few more squirrels and two rabbits she started to head back to the prison, still wondering about the pups and their mother, when she heard the first whine. It was long, loud and sorrowful which was what drew her back to the place she left the dogs. When she made her way around the tree walker she frowned. The mother dog now laid there, still watching her pups, but she was un-moving. Her eyes were glazed over and her fur seemed to lay flat now. Trixie knew she had died. It broke her heart too when the pups howled for their momma once again.

"Poor things, hey, hey it's gonna be alright, ya gonna make it, just…ya just got to stick together." Trixie smiled, pulling out one more squirrel and gutting it immediately, watching the smaller of the pups turn its head towards her before it crawled over to her. It was eating the entrails of the squirrel up, licking the ground before its sibling came over as well. After they ate what Trixie dropped they waited patiently as she skinned the tiny creature and split the food evenly between them. Placing it down she noticed they glanced up to her, waiting almost, before she nodded to the food and chuckled.

"Go on, ya need ya strength. Stay healthy please." She stood now, smiling as the puppies started eating, letting her turn to leave, and as she found her way back to the prison she could only hope that she wasn't late now on getting the herbs back to Hershel. She was right within the prisons view, she seen she hadn't missed Daryl or the guys leaving yet, when she started to make a beeline for the fence before she heard the extra footsteps behind her. She snatched her head around, sighing as she came face to face with a walker and went to dispatch of it quickly. She was within reach, going to slice her hunting knife into its head quickly, when she heard running coming towards her and the walker immediately turned its attention from her to the new noise. Barking ensued then, loud and never ending barking. The walker growled, going after the new noise, and giving Trixie a chance to rush up behind it, putting her knife in its head and smirking as she noticed the pups sitting now, watching her with their tongues out as if they were smiling.

"Aww, yall think yall did good huh? Yall got its attention but ya could have gotten killed!" The pups whimpered now, ears falling, and making Trixie feel bad before she turned around to head back to her home, not wanting to think of them pup again. She had helped them, had given them food to get them started out on their own, but as she hit the fence and went to follow it around the prison she sighed. She knew it was going to be a bad decision, already hearing the yells and possibly the curses form a few different people but she just didn't have the conscious to leave something so young and vulnerable out there by itself. Turning, she watched as the two pups sat side by side, watching her with little hope in their puppy grey eyes, before she sighed and motioned for them to follow her. Two yaps were what she heard before she shushed them and laughed as they nipped at her ankles, following her around the fence line and towards their new home. Now she only hoped Rick and Daryl didn't bitch her out for this.