She couldn't sleep again and for the longest time had simply laid within the entrance of the den. She laid there for a while, secretly hoping her brother would stir and join her like he had times before. It seemed him and her always had trouble sleeping on the same nights and she had loved when he gave her company, giving her a distraction from her thoughts. Tonight though it seemed she wouldn't have such luck and she was quickly growing bored of simply sitting there. With a light huff she crawled from the den entrance and gave a few moments for her opossum companion to climb up and entangle his paws within her shoulder fur. When he had a good hold she got up and quietly moved away from the den and deeper into the thicket.
The pair was quiet as they moved until they had come to Lorenzo's favorite spot to forage for food. Lowering herself to the ground she allowed him to climb off and go about his business of foraging while she looked around to find something to occupy herself with. Her ears kept track of her companions movements as her eyes looked to the sky looking to the partially cloudy sky with a few stars. It was a quiet and more milder winter night, but it reminded her how lonely she felt at the moment.
"Actaea Talk", & 'Actaea Think"
Boris the Boar and Lorenzo the opossum are assumed to be with her at all times.
Note: I do not have a reference of her scars yet, please refer to her appearance section of profile to read about them
