Coconut Grove Just waiting to break free?

• dated 9/16/2020

She was gradually familarizing herself with her surroundments. It gave an anxious feeling in her gut, as Grímnismál strived to evolve into the pack-life, and not be an outsider, like she was so used to. She remembered her mother, the witch doctor, who kept to herself, and the reaper away from everyone. She was crazed as a quack, but a damn good healer. There were times she remembered her mother would slip away with the Alpha. Perhaps they made a deal, to stay in the island.

Though despite wishing so, Grímnismál kept to herself. She only knew of Erzulie, Solaire, and Raleska. The rest were glimpsed at, but she was quick to keep to herself, and keep out of their way. The best she could do was slip any medical herbs to their den, but often retreat to take it back. It felt embarassing-

She also didn't want to be deemed suspicious. While a doctor, the reaper knew more about poisons then others. She kept away from them, not wanting to be casted aside. It was a fear- not wanting to be abandoned. There was no where she could go to.

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A curious look to the long trees, her cherry-gaze gave a wary look above.. What is that?