Hideaway Strath that is the thing that calls to all of my kind

Mallaidh had an unusually late day from the beginning. She didn’t get up right away and she even skipped breakfast, for some reason. Her eyes are heavy and even when the others stirred around her, she didn’t bother to lift her head more than a few inches to see where they were going. It isn’t until Roarke has been settled in the sun for some time that she finally picks herself up off the ground and stretches her limbs. With a lazy yawn and smack of her lips, she trots across the short distance until she lets her legs collapse beneath her and haphazardly crashes into her brother.