Redsand Canyon thought we'd build a dynasty forever couldn't shake

Tags for reference. For Reyson.

She was feeling needy.

She absolutely despised the fact that she was being needy.

But The days were long—@Reyson was training from morning until night, and in the hours she knew he was preoccupied, she of course did her own duties—she would take @Tamar for rounds, showing her how to re-dress @Towhee’s wounds as best they could in hopes she woman would have a swift recovery. They attended @Keyni and her little one, who’s survival was still a lingering question.

And then she would prepare the plants and herbs she had collected over the weeks, for now, maintaining them in a small area she considered a safe place. But soon, she knew, she would need to create herself a den—and near that den, a medicinal den and site.

Reyson and his persistence had certainly thrown a wrench in there though—and her thoughts not only lingered on him quite often, but the fact she often fretted one burning question she knew she could never ask—would he one day come to Epoch, if this were to work? Or her to Mereo?

She hadn’t laid eyes on the lands of her beau’s pack, and so when red canyons and sharp spires caught her eyes from the borders she respectfully stood, so very hard to see in the dark of the late night, her breath hitched. It seemed so….

… Lonely?