Blackfeather Woods Aimless Direction

Morgana slipped out of Meldresi's infirmary to the soft light of morning. Though the light was not as much as outside of the pack lands, it was still something. Morgana sighed, and tilted her face up to the sun as the harsh caws of crows greeted to morning light, no matter how meager.

After relieving herself and wolfing down a squirrel, Morgana ignored the tiny bit of nausea in her stomach and ambled along a trail, no direction in mind. It was then she caught the faint scent of  @Burke. Not knowing if he was close or long gone, she let out a tentative chuff. "Burke?" No matter how much she had hated the male a few days ago, she needed someone to talk to, and he was her best bet.