Redhawk Caldera Take me away to some place real

Fennec snorted derisively in agreement.  It had been stupid as hell, especially since she'd effectively owned her.  There was one good thing to be said for her lack of sight, and that was others tended to underestimate her.  They assumed she'd have no clue where they were or what they were doing, not realizing that they gave their positions in a variety of ways.  Traveling had taught her how to map the land within her mind, and to use the scents and sounds around her to "see" even more.  Sparring was teaching her to read her opponents the same way she read the terrain, though the degree of anticipation and focus it took was immense.

I got them all, yeah.  Found some roots that should help with infection, and some bark for pain.  There isn't really a lot else to find.  She'd been lucky to be able to dig up the roots at all.  Winter wasn't a good time to be running short, and they were near dry on supplies.  But if I go again, I guess, yeah.  She wasn't happy about needing an escort, but she sucked it up because her mom was absolutely right.  A part of her wanted to insist she should be here to watch over the den, but that was stupid because if she got hurt worse, they were out another healer and (semi) capable packmate.  Shit.  I forgot, Fig said something about a crazy.  You never saw em again?