Wheeling Gull Isle xv. tell me every secret, share every story

might be a pack formation thread? Not sure yet

The recent rains had softened the soil, Rhælla's paws easily breaking through the levened crust of ground to shift and scrape at the earthy loam beneath - marvelling to herself at just how rich the soil was in the south; Gods knew she'd slaved and toiled over the Gardens of Lirea to produce even a stunted seedling. 

By noon she'd dug several caches of varying sizes - for medicines and plant foods, for pelts and game. Still, a few remained to be finished - pits wide and deep made to fit big game, whole if needed. 

The nightwisp straightened, pausing to relax for a moment, with a grunt - grimacing as her spine creaked and cracked in protest. The dark girl - dyed an odd, deep ochre by dirt - flopped against the roots of a tree wearily, lilac optic drifting skyward as she rested.