Hideaway Strath let's store the pint of blood to cash in

Warrior trade @Kynareth Deagon

Within several days of settling into the Saints, the Acolyte was already beginning to bring back her true weight to her darkly cloaked figure. Her lanky, emancipated figure from being a lone wolf was disappearing and rounding her into her fully capable form. The prey in the area was suitable and sizable in the sub-territories surrounding the Saints. With her increase in weight also came a change in the overall frame of mind. There was better mental focus now that she was gaining nourishment. She never lacked confidence but began seeing a more self-assurance illuminate about herself. She finally had a purpose again in life.
 
Traversing through the Strath during the sunset, she made a temporary dugout at the base of a large tree in the shaded part of the hideaway. It served as a temporary place of comfort until she would explore more of the territory and outer lying lands. Her hope was to find something more enclosed, but this would do for the time being. She slept through most of the day today, finding solace in being active during the nighttime hours.