Whitefish River Found my home

@Evergreen (after the pack claim)

So she'd returned. Just as Evergreen did though none knew the mount of her dissapearance; that was inconsequential. She knew.

She'd left as the remains of Liri, an amnesiac losing her sweaty, slippery grip on a crumbling precipice above the abyss, and returned a fresh slate - uncertain of her identity but eager to discover it on the banks of the River. 

She'd waited some days before seeking Evergreen out, figuring he might want to relax and recuperate after his trip. She came bearing gifts, herbs for the minor injuries he'd sustained beyond their settlement, hoping above hopes that he was alone. 

He was most often in Sindri's presence and though the Nordic woman was one the waif was beginning to love, she wanted only a moment alone with the gentle giant to speak about the Fen she'd discovered in the south. 

A bubble of nervous energy blossomed in the pits of her stomach, one she could not wholly explain. Her heart still ached from Vangard but a fizzle of attraction had made itself known, directed at the bear. The girl who'd once been Liri did not know him well enough to decide whether it was a full-blown crush or a confused, fleeting spark to be blamed on the fact that he'd rescued her. 

She would not speak on it. She had eyes, could see the warmth in Sindri's when she gazed so tenderly upon the man - she would do nothing to harm either of them and so she buried it deep within to suffocate. 

The fae drifted to a halt as she reached his den, chirruping softly around her medicines as she called for the bear.