Moving Day[STM members only please!]

Tyrande hummed softly as she searched a little ways away from the lake in Ouroboros, keeping an eye out for a place to settle as a den. She had not gone very far when she saw a peculiar rock formation jutting out of the ground, between the lake and Ouroboros' natural ring of mountains.

At first, she almost passed over it, but upon closer inspection, a hole in the ground hidden from view in the shadows. She made up her mind and slipped in.

The chamber was half the size of her old den, but it would do. Behind a jutting boulder hid a perfect spot for storing pots and herbal remedies. The ground was made of soft dark dirt, cool under paw and comforting to the touch. She had found what she had been looking for.

Slipping right back out with ease, she marked the outside of the hole, signifying as her den, and no one else's. As she did so, a stronger odor began to waft around her. She groaned, remembering what had started two days ago. She knew this scent too well. It was her own, but more powerful and seductive. She was in heat, one of her least favorite times of the year.

Let's just hope it passes over without anyone getting funny ideas... She finished marking and shook her pelt free of any dirt before facing the direction of Silvertip Mountain, preparing for the long trek with pots and buckets, filled with poisonous plants nonetheless. My, won't that be fun.