taking stock

After the meeting had wrapped, Theory had beckoned Corvus to come with her to help round up any stragglers and put together the pack's herb and food stores for easier transport if need be. The herbs would be vital throughout the course of this disaster - and, truthfully, she needed a quiet moment away from the pack to compose herself. She felt as if she was reeling out of control. It was as if the alpha position had thrown an ugly spotlight on her. Soon enough, everyone would find her out: she was a foolish, young, stupid, idiot fraud.

The thought made her chest tighten in new and uncomfortable ways. If she could just get a breather apart from the meeting, she could pull it together. If she could just... Theory shook her head. Verse and Noir were conspicuously missing from the meeting and it tore at her heart. She had thought that she'd glimpsed her brother, but just for a moment. Had he finally decided to forsake them? So be it. At least she wouldn't have to worry about him pitching her into the volcano, Theory thought bitterly.

"Okay, so, I think we should start by just collecting all the herbs from the stores and Epitaph's garden over here..." she said quietly, gesturing towards a rock beneath one of the trees nearby. "Then we can figure out what's most important and go from there?" She wasn't that experienced in the art of healing, but she had picked up the basics from her family. The bitter scent of herbs reminded her of early days in Tana's den, before she had outgrown it and before her mother had died.