It was in the middle of the night when she woke. It wasn't abnormal that sleep hadn't been easy, in fact there was times she couldn't sleep at all at night. Although she had always simply stayed in the makeshift dens, watching her brother and uncle sleep and just getting lost within her thoughts. Tonight though she was getting antsy. She felt that both males were in a deep enough sleep that she could slip out. They were well within the pack borders so stepping out of the den would do no harm. Her uncle had seemed a lot more relaxed after getting here so she felt it would be a safe thing to do. She just needed some air and space to think. Quietly she got up and carefully stepped over the sleeping forms of her two remaining family. After getting over them she quietly moved out of the den into the crisp cool autumn night.
The crickets were still very much alive as they were when the night was young. It had at first driven her nuts, but now it's becoming part of her everyday life. Looking around she studied her surroundings before trotting a ways away from the den. She sighed as she took in the sights and sounds. She wasn't that far from the den, maybe about 10 yards before she settled down into a sit and looked up at the clear night sky. Her eyes looked to the stars and looked to the moon and she just let all the thoughts within her mind fall away, using the sounds of the crickets to drive everything else out.
She closed her eyes just letting everything melt away as she relaxed fully enjoying her idea of sneaking out of the den.
"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
