Child of the west wind

Once again Vienna had left the confines of her den, a quick jaunt around the mountain set in her mind. It was not the most forgiving terrain, so she would weary of the cold and climbs quickly, but she knew she needed to get her stamina back. Once she could hunt for herself she would hopefully begin to put weight on once more, for she refused to eat more than her fair share when she was not contributing. A hunt sounded so lovely, and a part of her was tempted to attempt it. But she felt if she did too soon more harm than good would be done in the expenditure, so she refrained with regret. She missed the fun of it.

Instead she made herself useful in other ways, descending from the harsher heights to more forgiving terrain. Most of the greenery was long gone, but she still inspected, hoping to spot something familiar. Much of the time Ame and Mallaidh had been healing her she had been somewhat out of it, but those times she was not she had paid attention. It was no secret they were in need of a healer once more with her former caretaker's disappearance, so despite her lack of interest, Vienna was considering giving it a shot. Lowering her muzzle, the girl poked her nose in the roots of one of the spire's pines, but finding nothing, she continued on. All the while she tried to think back on the lessons her mother had imparted so long ago.