Herbalists' Cache Before we packed our bags and left all this behind

Crash, burn, you'll never be what anyone wants you to be. The words were cold like ice in her dream. Haunted her like the house that no one wants to visit that lied on the corner. Leaving the wilds was the worst decision she had made, especially to travel alone. The band that had made her regret to ever leave had still made their way into her nightmares every night. Scars that had since healed still stayed emotionally. The pain of a claw that slashed her tail became real as it flashed before her. 

Muscles jerked and Laska opened her eyes only to realize now that she was in the comfort of Morningside. A sort of relieved sigh escaped her as she laid her head on her paws for a moment. Life had taken a down hill slide before she had come back and it had taken some type of toll on the woman. After the sudden awakening the snow queen decided to take a long stroll just to take her mind off of things. Laska brought herself up in a groggy way and headed to the Herbalist's Cache to gather some things for her pack.

As she walked it felt better than ever to be free, to be able to sniff the air and eat or drink whatever she had liked. The closer she had come to the Cache a noise filled the air much like a muffled sob. Laska had put it off as another animal calling out but as her paws brought her closer she heard another voice asking the other if it was okay. Quietly the snow queen made her way to the bushes only to see a small pup and a man. The picture seemed off. Had this man made this little one sob like so? 

Laska stepped forward through the bushes, a soft face on but in her mind she was determined to get to the bottom of whatever was going on. "Hello little one, hello Sir." she addressed them both as she stopped a respectful distance away. Soft eyes met the pup and she gave a small head nod. "What is going on here?" the maternal instinct got the best of her and it sounded accusing toward the man.