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She had gone too far. She had only intended to wander a little away from the pack lands, to get her bearings on the places that bordered the claimed territory of Ebony. For a while she had been okay. Everything had been green and fertile and promising, and she had let her nose guide her along following the scents of the plants that littered the places. It had been fun knowing that she could take what she found and return with them to a location where she could store them properly, with knowledgeable individuals who could help her make good use of what she found. So far nothing had been picked up yet but she had memorized places of where she would return, not wanting to get ahead of herself before she had to return.

But this was not the sort of place that was going to be helpful to her whatsoever. There was nothing living in the vicinity. No plants. No animals. No life. The young girl's tread fell to a stop as she glanced around, noting the ash, the burnt trees, the emptiness. There was no sense continuing to walk through here. She turned, ready to leave the empty place behind her, but spotted someone there that she had not intended to see. Who could have been drawn to this place of all places? Normally, she was not inclined to speak to anyone, let alone someone that she had no reason to speak with, but after joining Ebony and once again becoming reacquainted to the healing craft that she enjoyed so much, her mood had brightened enough for her to step a little, just a little, outside of her normal bounds. She directed her course toward him, bringing herself nearer, though instead of posing a greeting, she merely stated, "There's better places to be than this."