let sleeping dogs

Mercy was absolutely fucking stir crazy. She'd been sticking close to home, with all the weird eruptions from the grounds and ensuing worm damage. Not like anyone was making her, just, a girl uses her brain. A girl has to use her brain, else she'll get swallowed right up. No fucken thanks, not on that front.

It didn't prevent her from immediately making the worst possible choice, the moment she was let out of the house. Winding her way through the Peak, immediately separating herself from Wake, and following a rather distinctive scent trail. This is the kind of exploring she loves, the kind with a prize at the end. The rushing of the waterfall in her ears, trailing through the scrubby grass. Already getting cold in the north, the girl is having a good time. Brisk in her lungs, leaving her feeling more alive than usual. A spring in her step and a glimmer in her eye, Mercy is having the best day. It was getting pretty late in the season for bears. They'd be sleeping soon, and she'd have far less to harass. Better take the shot while she still had it.

Zeroing in on the den, she catches sight of the big, brown lump. It rests at the foot of some large rocks, a cave that looked like it was only shallowly resting within the mountain. A cozy spot, one perfect for disrupting. She needs more teeth and claws for her collection, thanks so much.

"speech"