Whitefish River Such Small Scenes

she would've been back already so have a lonely gurl <3

The healer settled in as the pack prepared for foundation, absorbing herself in the tasks of building a pharmacopia lest she become listless and slide back into the darkness within. The encounter with Vangard had shaken her to the core but she held on. Falling apart would do no one any good, especially not @Evergreen whom she owed so much. 

With a bundle of herbs clenched in her speckled jaws, it was the waif who answered his inward question. Dark eyes widened a tic in surprise as they lifted to light upon the man of woodland coloring, mahogany meeting green briefly. 

Unable to speak with a mouthful of plant matter, the scarred dove chirped softly around the bundle, tail swaying with friendliness.