Lost Creek Hollow the kingsroad

Her should felt better once she'd given it enough rest. She'd gone out and evaluated some of their surrounding areas and met a few others but she was glad to have somewhere to return to. Xan still hadn't come back, however, and the others were around but she wasn't sure where. She'd found a little niche where she liked to sleep near the southern point of the grove and the ferns bordered a large willow tree, giving her the illusion of safety while she slept. 

She became restless early in the night and wandered out and away from the territory without alerting any of her own. Uncertain where they'd set up shop, she found it in her best interest to simply move until the energy built up in her legs was gone. She didn't know where she was going, not familiar with the area, and at night she was given a whole new view. Even if she'd pass through her days ago, nothing looked particularly familiar cloaked in darkness. 

The sound of water caught her attention and she swung it around. The night sky played off the surface and in the distance, she could see a darker figure that remained indistinguishable from where she stood. Hesitant to make a move, Ocra remained back for several long moments until the scent wafted enough to determine what was before her. Clouded by her own thoughts and anxiety, causing her legs to take her away, she began the trek along the bank without hiding herself too much. She chuffed when close enough, ears low and the rest of her posture at ease upon her approach.