Redsand Canyon Don't go chasin' waterfalls

Set after the meeting

She had spent so much time on finding the perfect place, on finding everything make someone comfortable in a location away from prying eyes. She had spent months on gathering furs to make someone feel at home, to not sleep on the cold ground. She had found objects that could be used to carry water or even place herbs in to give to the sick and injured but what did all that hard work get her? Nothing, she had to find a way to move it all or start over again because the woman she treated had caused a rift between her home and their once allies.

The Medic huffed as she bathed two of the largest furs she had and set them out on cool stone, outside the curtain of vines and flowers, she was slowly placing the curved objects in one amd her dried herbs in the other. There was no doubt that the herbs would be mixed and unusable by the time they arrived but she could not help but hope.

A moment passed and all she could do is stare at her collection, trying to figure out what to do with her skulls and crystals next but she said two words with anger and malice.

"Fucking Hell!" This was going to be impossible, if only the ghosts that she had attracted herself could actually do something!

News of moving had reached the woman's ears though perhaps too late to give any input on the matter, not that it truly mattered. Evelynn was still new to these lands, her guess about where to travel was as good as anyone else, though she was relieved to be leaving the sand. She had always preferred forests and the shade of trees, they offered shadows for her to lurk and hide amongst. Here she just stood out like a sore thumb.

Given how recent her arrival was to the canyons, Evelynn had no belongings she cared to bring along, so she spends her time exploring. Sure it wouldn't matter soon, but it captivated her time.

"Fucking Hell!"

And apparently would provide her with some entertainment. A voice traveled against the rocks, something impossible for the silver woman to miss as she raised a brow with interest. Tracking down the source wouldn't take long as the newcomer came across the array of pelts and resources that had been scattered before a woman cloaked in white with feathers protruding from her fur. How odd. Then again, so was Kynareth.

Something troubling you, Darling?

The cackle of a spirit filled her ears from one of her treasures, a ghostly form that no one but she could see. The woman was large and silvery with her now astral form, she was one dark with earth toned fur but her eyes remained their cold forest green. She looked and placed, the laughter growing irritated as she spoke words of taunting. She did not like being attached to the priestess, never able to cross over but she likes moments like this.

Just as the ivory medic was about to tell the spirit to shut up another seemed to come, ah, her voice must have echoed and brought attention to herself. A woman of silver and deep greys, asking what was wrong with a nickname much like their leader. With a gentle smile hee mismatched eyes flitted from her resources to the new arrival, new in all tense of the word. New to the pack, new to the scene, new to the priestess. 

"Quite," She spoke sweetly as she moved to place another crystal in with the skulls. "I have no idea how I am going to move everything to our new home."

Two colored eyes moved to meet her gaze, a smile quick to follow. Her dilemma was voiced freely as Evelynn turned her attention back to the vast assortment. There certainly was a lot to move, though in her opinion some things could be spared. Why bother wasting the energy to move something that could easily be obtained elsewhere? She hummed, only taking a few steps closer as she approached some of the pelts.

I suppose that is troubling. You'd best prioritize what you wish to keep. The woman tilted her head as she took a seat, her tail neatly wrapping around her side. I'd start with the bones. You can find those anywhere. Not to mention they were probably the hardest to move. Evelynn didn't think to ask, content with her free advice as a paw reached out to the pelt before her before running it over the fur.

What are you? There would be a pause, but soon gold eyes would flick up to meet the others once more.