Hideaway Strath Screaming like demons, swinging from the ceiling

She's wandered, it seemed.
She usually hung around away from the river for spars, but perhaps there was an issue this time.

Derg loped a little faster than he had been doing to get to her. Perhaps Simmik had tried to make a run for it.
He slowed as he neared, head tilting.
"Everything ok?"