The Sentinels eos, goddess of the dawn

Winchester had been awake. It was harder for him to sleep in this new territory, away from everything he was familiar with. As the first light streamed through the trees, he decided to go for a walk and explore around, be more familiar with the surroundings.

Winchester was still limping most places, as a result of a bite from a fight with another wolf. He spotted the pale healer...what was her name again?...Deedee?...No...Deirdre. Yes, that was it, wasn't it? She seemed contemplative. He wondered what she was thinking about.