Dragoncrest Cliffs satyros

This time, Druid managed to slip away from the glacier without being apprehended. In lieu of a note, she left a plump dead rabbit in @Lane’s medicine den.

Hobbling slowly, she resisted the urge to travel south. Heda’s words still rung in her ears, devastating her. What if they were dead? As far as Druid knew, nobody had come looking for her, which could only mean one thing…

Tears poured slowly down her cheeks as she shuffled through Larksong Grotto, following the curve of Redtail Rise and then heading through the least tangled part of the woods yonder. After a small eternity, she arrived at Sapphique’s borders.

She took a seat, raising a foreleg to wipe the salty moisture from her face. Druid sniffled, performing a cursory cleaning before raising her voice, calling for @Erzulie for the latest news about Mireille.