She might have lost in the raid, but Rivin had apparently channeled her energy into fighting something else and winning. And nearly dying in the process. The fact she had been unable to recall fighting the cat bothered her. A blank in her memory. She tried to push past it, trying to salvage what plants remained of her meager garden. She’d need to gather more plants too, harvest the seeds so she could prepare a larger garden next year… but that would have to be later. She lifted her head as one of Gil’s companions found her, instructing the yearling that the Raid King desired her presence. Was that so? She’d give a nod to Lark and Feng, having her companions follow her. Lark walked on the side with her neck injury, casting the occasional glance to make sure the poultice was still in place. He worried for her.
Rivin and her companions would follow Gilgamesh’s owl to the beach where the man was busy doing something or another. Rivin furrowed her brow, paws still dirty with the soil she’d been digging in as she stepped into the sand and approached him. “You wanted to see me?” She arched her brow, wondering if this was about her poor performance in the raid. Certainly wouldn’t be the first time an adult told her she was shit at fighting and made her feel like it was her fault she didn’t have instruction. She was trying, even if she didn’t remember the fight she’d had. The medicine on her neck wound was proof of that.
"Speech,"'Thought.'
Mental health (particularly depression and anxiety) is extremely bad. Currently unable to handle IC conflict or conflict between characters, pack related or individual. I am struggling to post even simple things and will not be able to continue with thread if approached. Sorry for the inconvenience but I just can't right now.
Rivin has two companions - a bobcat and a wolverine. Unless otherwise mentioned IC, assume that they are close by.
