The dark-furred woman had been ... enjoying herself, throughout the spring. As it turned out, there were plenty of women in the region who needed company that matched their tastes, and Auriga's family duties had been interspersed with flirtation and rather furious coupling. With a luxurious yawn and stretch, Auriga glanced up at the sky; it was ample time to begin gathering more herbs, because given her family's proclivities, they'd need a healer. But she would, of course, be lying if she said that such thoughts were truly altruistic. In truth, Auriga yearned to feel a body split apart below hers-- hunting with Yarra often soothed that itch, given Yarra's equally heathen mannerisms and willingness to follow direction, but Auriga knew she'd need to find more if she wanted to make a point of -- this. If she wanted her prey to survive. And she did, of course; she wanted it to live. As long as it could. She fancied herself a surgeon. Fancied herself someone strong in that regard. So Auriga began to search, because she had an idea -- a rather devious one. But she needed the herbs, regardless. Her jaws twitched, and Auriga began to search along the edges of disturbed dirt and weed clusters. Such things were rarer in the sound, but Auriga knew she could find them. Her teeth clacked together in anticipation. Oh, this would be a wonderful time. "Auriga"

The midday sun painted the taiga in hues of gold, casting a warm glow upon the landscape. The healer's den, once forgotten, now transformed into a place she found herself spending quite a bite of her time. A place to occupy herself with, and to give herself purpose. As Aurelia surveyed her work, her thoughts lingered on the direction she wanted to take this project. What she needed to collect, and the skillset she wanted to continue refining.

The task of herb collection led her deeper into the heart of the valley, where the echoes of falling water provided a soothing backdrop to her endeavors. Sapphire eyes scanned the terrain for signs that would indicate anything of use, her keen senses attuned to the subtlest shifts in the environment. As she walked, Aurelia's eagerness increased, driven by both her desire to be prepared and a less overt motivation.

Unbeknownst to her, the landscape wasn't the only thing stirring with hidden intentions. In the shadows, beneath the cover of the taiga, she got the feeling that she was no longer alone. A shift in the wind, brought a vaguely familiar scent. One she thought she remembered from the night Sephiran called order to his following. As she crossed the threshold into a thinner part of the wood, her attention immediately settled on the shadowing frame, large than her own. One she immediately knew as Sephiran and Yarrabelle's sibling. It seemed as if she was in pursuit of something. "Anything I can help you find?" Aurelia called out as she moved to a more conversational distance.

"Aurelia Veratti"