Doing things out of order

Samara figured she was probably pushing the rules. She didn't know if she was even still part of Abaven anymore. But at this exact moment that seemed a bit less critical to her, even with all four paws planted firmly on their lands. Rhyme had basically passed out the moment they'd gotten him into the den and she'd taken a few moments to try and organize the poor excuse for stores she had left from her visit to Ashen. She somehow doubted much would be of help for the poor man. His body needed rest and care sure, food and water from the symptoms he was exhibiting but it was his mind she was more worried about. The herbs that could affect that would only likely cause further hallucinations and that was the last thing she wanted for him.

Samara sighed and decided it wouldn't hurt to leave him alone in the den for a short while. Though she stayed just outside in case he suddenly felt the need to chase ghosts again. Samara settled onto her haunches and tipped her head back to call for Theory, she assumed the young woman had taken her role as leader since Shaye's passing and if nothing else she deserved to know her father had been returned to her. Samara could only hope that if she was indeed trespassing it could be over looked in return for finding Rhyme and getting him back home.