Sleepy Fox Hollow this goes beyond me, beyond you

 @Elfie?

Mahler had asked her to search for herbs along the southern edge of the hollow, which was easy enough—it didn't require much traveling, as she'd largely stuck to this area during her initial time in Diaspora, besides her trip to Shadow Mountain. There was some wistfulness to it. Just up the slope rested the headwaters of Otter Creek; should she climb to the top, she could see her forest.

Empty. Abandoned. Devoid of Melonii.

It was a strange existence, to be so close and yet know that returning would be the worst idea. Her place was here, now, serving underneath Mahler and Takiyok, a dutiful subordinate. Perhaps one day, her ranks would return. Perhaps Blackfeather could be a home again.

For now, she nosed around for remaining traces of greenery, hoping to bring a good mouthful or two to Mahler's stores before the day was up. It took some effort, as most things had died away, and she found herself getting frustrated at increments. Still, it was her duty, and she took comfort in letting her mind blankly wander as she worked.