Roots run deep

Manea glanced up toward the sky as Temno and Ciemny flew overhead, the ravens circling and scanning the area as she passed through it. She didn't wander far today, only down to the beach where she and Alastor had first stayed when they moved away from the northern parts of Boreas. She smirked as she passed the entrance to the cave where they had stayed and where her children had been conceived. Chuckling softly and grinning at the thought, she continued on down the dark sands of the beach with that pleasant memory lingering on her mind. Today was less about scouting the surrounding territories like she had been doing over the last week or so and more just a chance to stretch her legs. If she happened to find something to sink her teeth into while she was out then that would be a bonus.

She had been putting in the work to try and regain her figure and stamina as quickly as possible, but her muscles weren't too pleased with this plan. Especially around her stomach and hips where her body had gone through the most change and trauma through her pregnancy her muscles were incredibly sore, but she refused to allow that to slow her down. There was too much work to do to rest now. She paused as she spotted a few shells on the beach, flipping them over and examining the pearlescent side of them as she considered taking them back for Ava and Sara to examine. They would see the world soon enough, but for now she liked to bring back little things for them to enjoy. Glancing up, she let out a little whistle and Temno dutifully swooped down to land on her shoulder. "Be a dear and carry this back to the den, would you?" she asked of the raven, lifting a pair of the shells up to the bird's beak. "Yes madam," her companion replied immediately, taking the little treasures before taking off once more.

Manea | Temno | Ciemny