Golden Glade We're Going To Be Friends, You And Me

Ayla had gone to seek out Heartha. She had wanted to ask the woman some questions, she if she knew anything about the trade she wanted to pursue. Her wounds had healed up fairly well, she realized happily, though her tail would not be growing back anytime soon. She sat by the den she had helped Heartha choose, tail curled over her paws as she watched a beetle crawl over the earth.