Noctisardor Bypass dammit pomegranate

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Fiona hadn't been terribly present in the social sense of the word, though she also hadn't stepped foot out of Rivenwood since she had returned from her last trip to the hollow. The witch busied herself with hunting and locating all the naturally-occurring medicinal plants throughout her relatively new home. She was feeling more social today, however, and she stepped out into a clearing and took a deep, pleasant breath. She was unaware of the ongoing drama between many of her packmates, having pulled away after a serious sensation of burnout of her abilities.

Her eyes flickered to some movement in the trees, wondering if it might be @Druid, @Heda, or even @Anselm. Were the pups old enough to be out and about yet? She couldn't recall.