Otatso Wetlands Sorry Isn't Enough

Placed somewhere in the next four or five days I guess, whatever works for you @Stark.

She couldn't do it. After going all the way back, right to the borders of the Caldera, Grace hadn't been able to call for Peregrine and attempt to get back in. She knew nobody outside her own friend Trick there, and after a while of crying and thinking, she decided that her place was not with him. The raven male wasn't her mate, and to call them close friends was something she thought less and less of. He hadn't come looking for her, and she hadn't seen a hair on his pelt in the time she had been there. Maybe his place was at the Caldera, but was Graces? She didn't know.

For the next few days, Grace just wandered. She didn't really know or care what direction she went in, but this was a less frenzied trip than the last months. It seemed, though, that she was going right on back to the place she'd called home, her paws tricking her the other way around the mountains. By the time she really came into her mind, paws sucking in the mud, she was wandering towards a place she knew very well: Herbalists Cache. Grace loosed a howl of frustration at being right back where she'd started from-twice! The last time she'd been there, she'd been met by a very unwelcoming man collecting Chickweed; so she stopped in the wetlands. The russet girl wasn't in the mood to socialize with bitter strangers, or snippy wolves. The stressed out young woman just wanted peace for once, since the last few months of her life had been very, very hectic. More than anything, the guilt of abandoning the Marauders just settled heavier and heavier on already weak shoulders. What was she to do? Here she was, so close to the Keep, yet unable to make the decision to go anywhere, just like she had outside the Caldera.