The Heartwood this little bluebird came looking for you.

@Rannoch <3

Finding Rannoch's pack had not worked the magic she had thought it would on her heart. Not completely, and not immediately. She had hoped the feelings of guilt over leaving the Caldera would have been washed away completely by beginning this new life of hers. That maybe she would immediately feel at home and that contentment would banish the misery. It had somewhat helped, but her arrival had been only a distraction from her wound when she desperately needed a bandage.

Liffey had slipped away from the pack to wander the Heartwood, seeking more distraction in exploring the bare stalks and scrubby patches of new grass attempting to grow across the barren ground. It was a melancholy sight and felt uncomfortably metaphorical to her own situation. The Blackthorn scratched at a weathered old tree limb that lay strewn across the forest floor, pulling it away to peer at a tiny yellow flower hiding in its shade.