Neverwinter Forest So, what's the problem?

@Cypress ♥

Ondine was early to rise yet again, stuffing some more dried moss inside the den for Kjalarr and Arrille to enjoy before departing the Sleeping Circle. She went west then, completely missing the Western Flowerbeds to leave the territory for a small while. She did not go far - too worried things might get hot if she were to be gone for longer than an hour or so, and caught a rabbit. It was a slender creature, probably starving due to the lack of food anyway, and the siren was glad she had put the poor thing out of its misery. She then returned to her shared den, feeding Arrille some of the regurgitated rabbit meat and nuzzling her husband for a short while. It was a brief moment of peace before she went ahead to do what was expected of her now - provide and keep everyone safe. She still had to meet a lot of folks, but surely her warm personality would get them warmed up to her quite easily.

She padded around the Gathering Stump, which she still found to be a dumb name, toward the Eastern Waters where she wanted to relax. With Kjalarr on the side lines and no one truly by her side, life had become a whole lot harder. Surely not as hard as some others in the pack dealing with their losses and trying to move on. She wished she could help them - especially the young who were either left without parents or without a great part of the wolves they loved.

She sat near the edge of the swamp, ignoring the scent and the poor state of the ice she had hoped to skate upon before the winter went away. She promised herself to do that next year, if she had not been thrown out or replaced by then by someone younger or hotter - or both. For now, everything was tinged with a bitter sadness that she wished to replace with comfort.