If anything was going to get done, Forrest would need somewhere to plan. It seemed redundant to her to plan to build her sanctuary while she had bigger fish to fry, like what she was going to eat or where she would sleep or whether or not that lump between her thigh and stomach was something to worry about. Her mother often preached about checking for new bumps here and there, and it was something that she stressed to her patients, but she'd forgotten to check as often as she should have, considering her priorities were a little out of order.
It hadn't been long ago that Forrest met the Lavender sprite from a pack called Morningside. The prospect of joining was still fresh in her mind from the time that she left the river to her actual arrival. As she came near, Forrest noted the heavily scent marked borders and gave a sigh of bliss; if there were males patrolling and marking, then (especially with breeding season so near) there must have been something inside that they were looking to proteect.
Right on time
, Forrest whispered before giving a smoky call.
Two healthy, bright young women approached, coaxing a smile from Forrest's aging face. She gave a slow nod of her head in greeting, then took a deep breath. My name is Forrest Evergreen. I've worked as a midwife and educator for about three years on and off
, there was a bob of her head and a tort of her mouth then, finally fading back to a grin, becoming very close with all sorts of families. I stopped for a bit in between there to start one of my own, but I'm ready to get back into the field.
There was a pause as she looked at both of the girls' faces for visual cues to go on. Around springtime, I want to start a functional sanctuary for my patients to come for treatment. Until then, I'll be needing a place to stay. I was hoping that I could make some sort of exchange with leadership for my accommodations — with breeding season near, I'm assuming that someone in Morningside, did you say? Someone could use a bit of help through the process.
Maybe it was a leap to assume that children would be born within the ranks that year, but with a group that clearly thrived, was it that hard to imagine?
If that isn't enough, I can offer more. Let me know what you need and I'm sure we can find some middle ground.
feel free to skip raid unless something drastic happens :)
Dawn arrives quickly and introduces herself. Raid steps aside but keeps close, watching at all times in case the woman is not as she seems and does something drastic like rush into the packlands or attack Dawn. She doubts that'll happen, but does not dismiss the possibility. Though she is without her memories, Raid knows that appearances cannot be trusted, especially as her own is nothing but a facade - a terribly cracked mask.
Quietly, Raid listens to what the woman proposes and absentmindedly wonders what Grayday would think about it. Of course, Dawn is part of the leadership now, but Grayday is the original leader - and they have more than one leader, would this mean discussion between the three?
There seemed to be no protest against Forrest's proposal. She gave a relieved sigh and a wide, inviting grin; those smiles were something she was known for. They seemed to make even the hardest hearts soften with time. I'm sure I can fit in somewhere
, she cooed, her voice soft and yet, clearly calloused with age. Forrest's heart had a wave of warmth wash over it at the thought of not one, but two new litters to care for. And with pups already in the ranks, well, there was no doubt that she would have her hands full during her stay.
Hunting, I can do that. I hope you don't want a trial run right now, though, 'cause these joints don't quite move the way that they used to.
Forrest gave a hearty laugh and hoped that her joking nature was clear, despite there being some truth to her statement. The winter hadn't done her any good in regards to mobility, but with a little time to relax and nurse her limbs, she'd be in working shape again in no time.