little girl in a blue world

With Theory out scouting around meeting alphas and conducting what Fable assumed was important leader things and her parents otherwise occupied as they helped with the pack's transition, she found herself set loose on the world with little direction. Which suited her just fine. There was plenty to explore, and she wanted to get a handle on what sorts of prey were still effected by the diseases that had ensnared the land. It seemed like woodland critters were getting along okay - she mostly found small animals who had already succumbed to their sicknesses. Their small, desiccated corpses - which she would have once raided for useful bones and furs - now only made her a little sad. The larger ones that had clearly been overtaken by the same strain of illness she'd had, mushrooms sprouting from their ribcages and now firmly affixed into the ground beneath them, made her break out in a cold sweat.

The spring sunshine was beating strong today, an encouraging sign of a hopefully normal summertime to come. Fable couldn't wait for the warmer weather. A little jaunt accompanied her step as she picked her way across the delta. She hummed quietly to herself, nosing through the water and trying to see if any small fish darting around had any remnants of illness. With her eyes almost completely trained on the water, Fable splashed her way across the delta and ran straight into Halo. "Oh! Sorry, sorry," she laughed, stumbling backwards to save them from knocking heads. "I was just checking out the little fish! Making sure they're doing okay," well, that sounded a bit strange, "You know, after the sickness that was all over." Fable gestured vaguely behind her at the whole of Boreas, as if anyone could forget about it. "I'm Fable!"