Lion Head Mesa itching

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in times like this, racharra felt fortunate that she was not one to hoard her findings.

the expedition would dawn soon, and once again she'd make the long treck to moontide. told to pack, she finds herself wishing to take very little.
she didn't know how far, all she knows is that it would be longer than the lake. as long as muat-riya's discovery, perhaps. her legs ache again at the mention of muat-riya so as quickly as she thought of it, she tosses it from her mind. if she gets wrapped up in the thought of how much she'll have to move again, she might rip the fur out of her mane.

at the very least it would not be a trudge through the desert during the hottest of seasons.