She had been out gathering herbs early this morning. She had been learning some healing lessons and she had plans to try and make use of her new knowledge the first chance she got. She was happy to be getting to learn these things because she knew it would be vary helpful in the future. Both her mother's and father's skills were useful in the pack and she was determined to learn them the best she could. The independent child had traveled past the den of the lambs and abruptly stopped. Setting her herbs down and sniffed at the air as a foul oder lingered around the den. Eyes scanned around, but didn't find any carcass' that needed cleaned up. Where was the smell coming from? Leaving her herb bundle she moved around, testing the air and trying to figure out where it was coming from. The scent was lingering around the den, but after some time and nose work she figured out it was in fact coming from inside the den.
She knew the lambs should be cared for, so why this smell was lingering within the den made her wonder what had happened? She crawled inside moving at a weary pace at first, but more confident as she continued on. It wasn't until she could hear the faintest of whimper did she feel like something had been wrong. She quickened her pace until her dual gaze landed on the heavily scarred women. She was in the process of licking and cleaning her paw and the young girl wondered if that was were the smell was coming from.
"Is that smell coming from you?" being young left her with no tact sometimes when she talked.
Her statement wasn't meant to be nasty, but she had to know where it was coming from and it someone needed medical attention. She didn't feel like her father would like one of the lambs simply rotting away when they had an important purpose within the pack.
"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
