Overture Downs So it begins

Morgäna hardly noticed as the time went by, far too distracted by her own task perhaps. The only reminder was that stomach gnawing at her insides to be fed. She tolerated it and pushed on despite her growing hunger, for she was one to dedicate her self to a task however silly it maybe to some and see it done, first and foremost. The dark dame went from place to place picking up herbs, grabbing spider webs and the like for some hours despite the darkening day.

Once a scent of another, a pack wolf at that came to her the dame ignored it for a few moments. For she was quite finishing the bundle for the day only to rise that head and catch sight of the male. The dark women debated upon greeting him but it seemed he was only passing through; once spying the last bit in his jaws it only made her blink as that stomach gave a rumble. Muttering under her breath, the women picked up the bundle of herbs in her jaws and debated about chasing down a rabbit or simply tapping into a cache at home. Weird, to call a place 'home'. Shoving such aside the dame proved to head towards his way and yet she only intended to pass him by.