Blackfoot Forest Downtown

Open to anyone! Probably about 2 days or so after her discovery thread.

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Emily's time in the Rosings had thus far been short but very informative. Aaron had achieved his ultimate childhood fantasy and sat on his little throne built on romance and chivalry. He was respected, and the women here fancied his dandy ideas of voted pairings and lesser sex...but the unit itself seemed thinned from the scents she caught that no longer belonged to anyone within the ranks.
 
She woke to a blissfully sunny day that urged her to take a few stiff, wobbling steps outside her new den. Though no longer mere breathes from demise she was hardly in any condition to take off on her own; the notion of being a prisoner due to her own weakness soured her mood considerably.
 
A bird trilled and she tilted her head back to spy the subtle shape of it up in the canopy above. "Lucky little shit," she murmured with uncharacteristic bitterness staining the edge of her voice. A velvet tongue unfurled to cast itself along the bony tops of her forearms, picking away the grit and grime that clung her to dusty pelt, and she flicked a single audit backward as she detected the flutter of wings upon the avian's decision to take flight. Lucky she thought to herself with much softer whimsy.