Desolation of Eden

It'd been a few days since the meeting and Armai was beginning to wonder what she'd gotten herself in to. Not that it was a bad thing, but she'd never heard suggestions of a raid before. In both Vyper and Myriad it was never a subject that had been brought up. Not that she was going to be one to fight anyways - she'd be the one on the sidelines ready to the warriors when they were finished with the raid, but it made her nervous. It wasn't a bad nervous, but she was a little worried, but it was only a raid, right?

She'd spent the time distracting herself since then. She still didn't go near the castle unless accompanied by Nox. She couldn't navigate the places worth a damn and there were too many thing to bump in to and trip on. She felt weird being away from the majority of the pack, but she was beginning to grow used to it. At least the plains were relatively flat, had all the things she needed, and she could navigate it without a problem. Nox had even helped her carve out her own den. She'd found a few fallen trees and had managed to dig out a good sleeping spot. Eventually it would be big enough to hold multiple wolves, including her store of herbs, but for now it would perfect for just her and Nox.

Today she was out in the plains gathering herbs. It should have been autumn here but instead the temperatures were warmer. Instead of dying the plants were thriving and growing in this climate and it definitely confused her. She wasn't complaining, but it was definitely she meant to ask someone. Were the seasons backwards here? That had to be it, unless this place just didn't have a winter at all. That didn't seem right though so she went with the formal conclusion. Thinking of Dragon though, the only wolf she knew in this pack, she tipped back her head and called for him. She wasn't sure who else to socialize with and she saw no reason she couldn't try to get to know him better. She could certainly enlighten her on more about the pack and its members as well as the territory.