Somethings happening

Gwynevere moved through the infirmary in the early morning, straitening a few things that had gotten moved out of place as wolves went in and out of the shared space from time to time. She knew the placement of the dividers and cots by heart and as she put them back in their respective places she stood back to look at them. She saw them day in and day out, but occasionally she remembered the fact that these had been gifts to her from her mother—not for the pack, but for her. Even though they weren't items that she alone used like Artorias' sword or Rudyard's gauntlets, they were still precious to her and a something that truly showed how much her mother had supported her passions.

She gave a sad smile before turning away from the infirmary, stepping out to go down to the pharmacy to take inventory and see what needed to be replenished from the garden today. She paused at the corridor that passed through to the foyer and she spotted a women that looked like a blend of warm-toned fall leaves. She hadn't met the woman as of yet, but she had glimpsed her here and there ever since Briar moved into the castle. She almost kept going, but she realized that the woman looked a little lost and disoriented so with a concerned frown she stepped closer to the new Hallows wolf. "Excuse me," she said gently as she got closer. "Are you okay? Do you need help?"

Gwynevere | Eilwen