Ocean's Breath Plateau Abreast of Waves

Heph nodded. "Fair enough." Admittedly the places she remembered were mostly those she spent some time in rather than those she passed through and made an effort to map out and store away in her memory. For places it felt like she could always find more nooks and crannies to place such memories.

For a moment she hesitated, tail twitching as she blinked, unsure of the course of the question but he clarified quickly startling a huff of not quite laughter for her but her mane shook good naturedly with the movement. "Of course. It's a bit bare, I tend to travel light." She began heading in that direction. When she had first come to Moontide it had taken her some time to hollow out a den for herself, she kept telling herself she did not need nor miss one and she would hardly be there anyways. But slowly she had begun to realize she liked having a place to return to even if she only slept in it occassionally. When she had been looking after the pack in Rodyn's absence it had been a boon to have a place to return to and be alone that was her own.

There was a modest hollow beneath a rather large tree, spacious enough. The first pelt Rodyn had gifted her as a celebration of Moontide's founding, atop that a few pelts of smaller game that she had tanned and had not used to wrap caches. Folded carefully off to the side in a more freshly dug depression in the den was a pelt and the antlers of a young stag. "Anywhere is fine, but err. That's...it's taboo to speak her name but those belonged to Rodyn's wife." She gestured to the modest tines and the pelt they rested on. She had not been able to bring herself to use them, the pelt had never sat atop her shoulders nor the antlers chewed by her, nor put them with the rest.