Jade Fern Grove find what you love and let it kill you

The vixen was wondering the woods, absorbed in retracing the names of the trees in her mind as she passed each one. Most she could remember, like the sturdy trunk of the occasional oak yet some where unfamiliar, or simply still clouded from memory. Since her episode of lost dignity and veiled sanity, her babbling and barbaric melodies had ceased, replaced with the occasional muttering of names as she paused underneath the boughs of a flowing giant, its silver-dusted leaves trailing almost to the ground. Hmm. A strange sight for the recovering wench. She spent a fair few minutes of thoughtful silence as her cogs whirred, yet a sounding cry from not far off saved her the trouble. 

Her limbs carried her almost instantaneously to where Sriracha stood, the faint gurgling of water adding to the clearing's peaceful feel. "Racoon!" she greeted, her voice a harsh bark as she skulked the sidelines, her wary gaze switching from left to right as she assured herself nobody else was here.