Hideaway Strath Had no time to choose

Maiken was driven further into the pack lands. Her mind and body on different plains as it were. Her heart felt too heavy for her chest, and her mind was too deep, the expanse overriding all her senses. Her brief meeting with Jormungandr had pushed another chip of her heart away. She was lost adrift and unsure what to do, so as always when faced with a dilemma. She went in search of herbs.

She had smelled them near the cave system, and though she wasn't entirely fond of caves. They seemed expansive enough that they wouldn't cause her serious issue. And besides she was the smallest creature in this plateau, with the except of the dog beast Nala. Though she hadn't met her yet, she had seen her and smelled her from far away.

She stopped outside the cave system and stirred, her nose lifted in the air, it smelled glorious down in there, she could smell herbs, moss, and was it possibly water. Her thought again went to Svart and how she was disobeying her family again, she was healing again, she was not fighting, she was not spreading her religion. And it hurt. Why was she so damn defective.

Dritt She murmured beneath her breath, and then she pushed into the cave system, nose to the ground.