Sunbeam Lair broken down and dirty

Along a group of aspen trees, the girl had been lurking, pulling from the trunks any strips of the bark that had started to peel off. Only a few had been taken from some of the trees, leaving many of them alone so as not to damage the forest. When she'd felt herself to have collected enough, she'd picked her bundle up and relocated it into the chamber at the back of the lair. It was stored away where it wouldn't be damaged or touched, kept for her use only, for she acted as the only medic within the lair. When she'd left the area, she'd moved with the intentions of continuing her harvests, but had ultimately been pulled elsewhere. For from the mouth of her home, a cry had come, the voice familiar but the tone concerning. Abandoning her previous plans, the call was answered.

Asterr had not been the first to arrive, having been beaten there by Jolon. The situation was assessed, the state of the female, and the scent that surrounded her. Though the male's scent was not mixed with Avannon's, she was still skeptical of his presence there. "Back away, Jolon," ordered the girl, letting her gaze linger for a fleeting second before she'd been made to give her attention to the woman. Towards her, the chieftess had walked, her steps slow so as not to cause a panic. "Tell me what happened." The state of her body and mind pointed to one thing, but she needed to be sure, for assumptions were often a terrible thing to make. Whilst waiting, she'd looked over her wounds, planning out which herbs would be needed ahead of time. Though, truthfully, it was doubtful that she'd actually take action until after every question present within her mind had been posed and given an answer to.