young again

Time to rest and vibe in a truly safe place, surrounded by those she knew would take care of business if something happened, with plentiful food she didn't have to gather alone and water she could drink without wary watchfulness, had done wonders for Viviane's psyche. She felt like she could truly relax for the first time since Valhalla's border markers had faded. With the jagged edges of her nerves smoothing, her naturally sunny and gregarious personality was reemerging with all the bubbling effervescence of champagne. She'd chosen a den and had begun to stock a private herb cache there from herbs she'd managed to salvage from her old cache when she'd fled before the raiders had taken over the plains. There was a lot she still needed though, and now that she was comfortable she had left her companions sleeping drowsily in the summer sunlight and left pack lands with a much lighter step than she'd approached them. She was even humming to herself as she ran her paw over the lemon balm patch, a few of the leaves crushing to releasing the scent into the air. She'd missed this - being this. Having this optimism and zest.