It had become somewhat of a habit now to sneak out into the night, at least ‘sneaking’ was what she thought considering Raheerah had not stopped her (or spoken of his notice). Rather than cross borders into open lands or scale the mountains in the night to bring her ease, she walked at her leisure through the pines of the Vale, at times leaving tuffs of molting fur on the trunks as a trail. It seemed quick the odd ritual to assume, but for one reason or another (that her mind again could not grasp), she took a mild pleasure to it as if she were doing something meaningful, surely to be noticed. She would not have thought that such behavior was motivated by an instinctual drive, the most basic that plagued all adults once the spring began its rise.
Almost dreamlike, she wandered feeling the rich earth underpaw until her nostrils wafted a contesting scent above the natural fragrance. One of herbs and stale blood, the scent of ‘healing’ as she knew it. And is if dispelled, her eyes came to focus on the pale lit world around her. The fine light of the silvery moon a beacon to guide her from the darkened depths into its brilliant light. And with it was the scent trail to follow towards the small creek. And as her sense had declared, she would not find it without another at its waters.
“Is it not late?” she uttered, concern thickly laid in her croaking chords. Quietly she walked forward til she was near the side of the pale woman, taking care not to shift too close to her wounded leg. |