Hushed Willows Would I run off the world someday?

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Learning the layout of the territory with all of its nooks and crannies would take time, longer now that the group had established themselves and made an enemy; Stryx was mindful to build an assortment of medical caches and keep them stocked to excess between check-ins with the strangers who defended the land. But when Lumiya approached her with this initiation - requesting she bring an offering with her to a seemingly sacred space - Stryx obliged, if only for the break in the work.

When she made her appearance she was a little late, a little frazzled, and carried with her a pile of black-eyed-susans of which were mostly intact and gloriously yellow. As an offering perhaps it was abnormal; but it was the most abundant of all the plants she had found aside from the willow trees and felt appropriate. The smell of blood carried through the air as an ominous undercurrent - and when Stryx emerged among a gathering she wondered, 'What have I gotten myself in to?'

There were other initiates present. Each held something bloodied and limp in their teeth, with the healer the odd woman out with her bouquet. The fur on the nape of her neck raised as she took in the scene; it was both eerily familiar to her previous life and strangely different at the same time. She found a place behind the others and lingered there, watchful.