Lost Creek Hollow and she is coming to devour you whole

@Illidan

though it has been several days since her joining of the rivenwood clan; a surprise that not even praimfaya could’ve seen coming but an appreciated olive branch all the same — she has spent her nights mulling over mahler’s considered conditions for permission to conceive children while her days were spent patrolling the borders or keeping a keen eye on the herds.

when she awoke in the early vestiges of the morning she set out and ended up much further than she intended but with every intention of returning the broken boulder when she felt satisfied …or when her paws began to ache; whichever came first; but the seemingly aimless wandering gave her a chance to allow her mind to wander in peace. to contemplate. mahler wasn’t asking much, in truth. it made sense to offer the resources to mated couples but it didn’t mean she had to necessarily like it.

it’s when she breaches the eastern perimeter of lost creek hollow that her clipped pace slows and she draws in a deep breath of the shrouded wood. she follows the sound of the nearest small creek to it’s source where she laps eagerly at the cool, crisp water; frostbound gaze glimpsing at her surroundings with a casual scan.