Secrets of the Heart

Walk | Talk | Think

Homeless.

Technically, it was what she was, or would be as soon as the pack decided to leave the relative safety of the Tortugan territory. Relative because of the volcano that had been discovered sitting under the mountain's surface, not gone but present, a constant and worrisome threat. The once-Glaciem band had already withstood one volcanic disaster and barely made it out with their lives. The thought of facing another? No, they would much rather brave living as nomads than going through that again.

But despite knowing herself to be homeless, to be a wanderer among many, Mercianne was not worried. They were a large bunch, a strong bunch, a ragtag family who were too tightly knit to think about abandoning any of their own to whatever sort of tragedies fate decided to throw their way. They still acted as a pack, still respected their individual ranks; all that was missing was a stable home. This fact did cause a little worry in the timid she-wolf. Being a trained healer, it was nice having a dry little nook in which to store her herbs and plants, some place that she could always go to find exactly what she needed rather than search around her and possibly come up empty in the end. But she would make it work. Somehow. They would help each other, and she would learn as she went what to find and where. It would be a good learning experience. And she would get to stay with the family she had grown to adopt as her own.

As well as the one she had helped create. The mere thought of Awaken caused a smile to sneak its way across her gentle features as she walked, her dark brown eyes momentarily distracted from their search as she envisioned the dark colored wolf with the vibrant green eyes. Now was not the time to be thinking about him, about their new union as mates, or of the fact she would eventually get to return to him when her task was complete. A task she had taken upon herself and hoped would work out in the end. As far as healers went, Merci still considered herself a student, always with something to learn and always with more to find. So she had decided to learn as much about the plants here as she could and hoped to use that knowledge when they began their travels, and the going was good so far. She carried two little plants in her mouth, new growths that she had recognized from lessons and wished to keep on hand as a reference. But there was still more ground to cover, and winding her way around the wide base of the mountains that made up their home Mercianne continued to travel, nose on alert and dark eyes searching for any intriguing plant scents that might be of some use to her.