Whitefish River keep your head up

it was uncomfortable. there was a persistent nagging feeling in the corner of her mind and whatever saarthal tried to do to get rid of it, it'd refused to leave. so, she decided to confront the source of it all and that morning, she'd woken up with her stomach rumbling, had subsequently ignored the rumbling stomach and bounded off to track one of her companions: varinril-with-the-pretty eyes-who-tugged-at-her-heartstrings-in-a-softly-aching-way.

it was easy enough to track her, though saarthal felt it was probably due to the fact that she had been subjected to tracking and scenting training for the majority of her childhood. you know, the normal, mandatory, legionnaire military education that everyone gets. "hey, vari — wait up," saarthal chirped brightly, having caught sight of the girl in the distance. paws thrummed lightly across the ground before she skidded to a stop beside her, panting hard but with lips pulled wide into a lopsided smile. "hi!"