Hail the conquering hero

The treehouse was unusually quiet this evening. The Armada had gone off to fight a raid against some other northern pack Marina knew nothing about, nor cared to. The matters of pack politics were so far removed from her mind or station that she didn't even pay the rumors a passing glance. She just kept to herself, performing her tasks as a slave should, tending to Wylan's treehouse and going through their stock of basic medical supplies to audit what they needed. Being a healer, her focus was on making sure she had everything she needed at a moment's notice out here in case there was an emergency that she couldn't run back to the Col for.

With Wylan off fighting this great fight, Marina was all alone in the treehouse, quietly stacking and organizing bundled of herbs, bandages, potions, and tonics. It was mostly busy work at this point until Wylan returned home or until she got tired enough to call it a night and head to bed. Part of her had wanted to wait up until her master returned though, if for no other reason than to make sure the one wolf in the Armada she didn't hate came back in one piece.

"Marina"