carry young girls past me, but none of them are you

Halo had been wrapped up in the task that Sirius had left her with. Every single member of the Armada needed to be checked up on, and Halo was up for it. A big task, sure, but not one that was insurmountable by any means. Honestly, she'd enjoyed it. Though Halo was introverted, it was nice having a reason to speak to and meet with the other members of the pack. She felt like she needed an excuse to go and interrupt them all, and direct orders from Sirius were as good as any. Still, when she'd gone around to Sedna's den, she found it... empty? All of it was empty. Heart breakingly empty. It had placed a damper on her mood for the day.

She set out from the Armada with Mr. Raccoon, basket empty and swinging in his paws. Maybe they'd go herb collecting. Maybe they'd go looking for trouble. Trouble? Halo? Certainly not. No, as much as she wanted it to be a carefree little adventure, it was more likely to be solely business related. Really, Halo found herself anxious as she left the packlands. The safety of the Armada was something she was unable to trade away easily. Especially after her first day here, and the incident with the big cat... she's still anxious. After all this time, Halo is still anxious. Was there something wrong with her? Maybe. That was possible, sure.

Right, no, she could do this. Halo steadied herself as she made her way through Fern Gulley, gaze trained on the undergrowth. What she needed were antiseptics, witch hazel if she could find it. If not, well, at least it was nice out. Fresh air may or may not be a valid form of medication, even if it was self medication today.

"Halo"