Dog Without Flaws

Morwenna took a moment to look around, to see if she could get her bearings in any other way. The clouds above were dreadfully dreary and thick, she couldn't even find where the sun could be. Every tuft of grass looked the same, and the drifts of snow were broken and traipsed through every which way. The smell of rotting damp, musty vegetation and snow overwhelmed any of the other smells to help direct her. She could have sworn there was an ocean nearby. The one thing about having no home was she didn't have to get used to finding her way back to it, but now that she was calling the Raiders home she had to navigate enough and actually keep track of her wanderings.

With a sigh, she was about to get up and wander some more when a dazzlingly colored woman approached her and sat in the snow with her. A welcome and honest smile played over her slender maw at the larger woman. She smelled like Raiders as well as the coast.

"I'm Morwenna! One of the Raiders healers. I seem to have gotten a little lost in this mess of grass and snow. I can't smell way back. And you who might you be? Perhaps someone to help me back home?" She asked sweetly, a little playfully, a little pushy. She was probably one of Mod's grown kids.