scarlet begonias

She was settling in alright at best. It seemed like everyone within the pack just did their own thing... and that was fine. Still, the bonds were looser than Sanna would have hoped. Even if it was a business relationship, she needed to be able to trust anyone who supposedly had her back in a fight. Survival, at this point, was transactional. Her entry to the pack had been transactional. Maybe that was how she'd ended up here. Fuck it, it was her own fault anyway.

All she could do was try. Sanna sighed to herself as she set out across Valta's boarders, browsing the grass for herbs. It seemed to her that boneset was likely to grow out here, if she had to guess. That would be useful enough to have in her kit, especially if she was trying to put roots down. An easy trot across the ground, but not lost in her work. Still painfully alert and aware of the world around her, but foraging all the same. Splitting her focus. Something like that. Afternoon sun on her back, at least the spring had warmed up some.

"Speech"