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@Grayday

If anything was going to get done, Forrest would need somewhere to plan. It seemed redundant to her to plan to build her sanctuary while she had bigger fish to fry, like what she was going to eat or where she would sleep or whether or not that lump between her thigh and stomach was something to worry about. Her mother often preached about checking for new bumps here and there, and it was something that she stressed to her patients, but she'd forgotten to check as often as she should have, considering her priorities were a little out of order.

It hadn't been long ago that Forrest met the Lavender sprite from a pack called Morningside. The prospect of joining was still fresh in her mind from the time that she left the river to her actual arrival. As she came near, Forrest noted the heavily scent marked borders and gave a sigh of bliss; if there were males patrolling and marking, then (especially with breeding season so near) there must have been something inside that they were looking to proteect. Right on time, Forrest whispered before giving a smoky call.