Make Me Blush

*Freyja* · (This post was last modified: 11-07-2014, 04:05 PM by Freyja.)

Winter would be upon them all soon. The thought was a dreary one, and one that had set Freyja into a pattern of nigh-frantic activity for the past several days. She dug her den a bit deeper, collected a fair bit of moss for padding and insulation. She gathered her own small set of herbs, very basic things like chamomile and feverfew, to set aside just in case. Sickness tended to be a much more dangerous thing in packs, and she was not looking forward to it. Despite all of this, however, she was beginning to feel out of shape. It had been so long since the golden femme had had to locate a mountain pass, scale an incline, ford a river. She was losing that hard edge of muscle, that keen mind. This simply would not do. So she was on the look out for older members of her congregation. Katja perhaps, though if she were being honest, she hoped to run into the woman called Daegmar. She had been impressed during the hunt, and had already proved herself more than worthy in their leader's eyes. Freyja wanted to test her mettle, see what she was worth.

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