Wither

The aging woman was having issues believing she'd turn six by the time winter hit. It seemed like just yesterday she was four and living within the confines of a pack. Granted she'd been less confident and sure of her abilities then and she feel like she'd done a lot of growing. Despite that fact, she still wasn't content with her age or certain aspects of her life. It'd taken her this long to find a stable pack that wouldn't be challenged or disbanded at the very least. She also hated the fact she didn't seem to be very close to many of the wolves she lived with, but she was hoping it was something she could change.

She was still on edge despite the fact that the raid had ended ages ago. She was waiting around for some sort of retaliation and, if she was being honest with herself, she knew it was about time she learned to defend herself properly. Her last fighting lesson had been with Xephyris, and the only fight she'd ever been in recently she'd won because the female had gotten distracted mid fight.

She tried not to dwell on the fact that there might be repercussions to their raid and instead headed off towards the falls to try and find some marshmallow. All the rain and dreary weather lately had her convinced that illness was going to be common within the pack and Armai wanted to make sure she was stocked up on herbs. It wouldn't do them any good to all get sick and be unprepared if any enemies came along.

The forest near the falls smelled as wonderful as ever. Evergreen and Ceder were two amazing smells and she figured that, by the time she returned home, she'd smell strongly of them. She only focused on the scent for a moment before she began sniffing near the falls for the odor of the plant she was looking for.