Herbalists' Cache saturday night live

@Amara

In the time following her brother’s death, everything had become a blur. She’d never been without him, even when they’d been captured as little kits in that trash can. They’d never separated them during their care and released them at the same time, in the same place, and since then, their game of hide and seek had finally come to an end. It would be her turn to hide, now, but she knows it’ll never happen. She won’t turn the corner to stumble upon him finding her, surprising her into a shriek, but it doesn’t stop her from searching for the perfect spot. 

Twix wandered around most of the time, never staying anywhere for more than a night but she also had no real plans of going anywhere. She simply… just existed. As the last few hours of daylight disappears into the night, Twix lazily hangs from a tree. The branch isn’t too high, making her hanging down easily seen, but high enough to still have an advantage to most predators. She drops her hand, letting it swing slowly back and forth as she adjusts and sprawls out as much as the branch will allow.