Swiftcurrent Creek Nothing kills like your own mind

After departing from Constantine's and the quiet Aria's company, she soon found herself wandering alone. 

The morsel of fawn had disappeared down her gullet in a few quick gulps - for she was as hungry as any growing girl who had been traveling for months - and had satiated her for now. 

Left to her own devices, the druid was at first overwhelmed with the possibilities of what she could do with herself. 

To hunt, start padding caches and helping her new pack? Or maybe patrolling, familiarizing herself with the many scents of the pack and add her own to them? Perhaps she ought to find some other members and introduce herself, figure out what role she could fill here in service to the Creek and Great Spirit? The choices seemed endless. 

She'd brought the fawn with her, she reasoned, and she could patrol later this evening. Tomorrow, she would seek out some of the other members but for now, the girl decided to explore her new home. 

The Creek was her path, padding alongside it from a safe distance - for she had no desire to fall prey to the river's depths. It weaved through the emerald heath like a dark ribbon, its soothing roil a welcome companion as the druid loped through the forest. 

Issy halted at a break in the gravelly bank, where it gave way to golden sand and the river dropped into a small series of falls. She choose to sit, listening to the gentle trickle of the waterfall and watching the fish that occasionally swam by - flashing silver when the sun lit upon their scales.