Sedna's departure from Armada had been rather sudden by all accounts. She had said a quick farewell to Hana, probably the only wolf that would notice she was gone to her thinking, and cleaned out her den and storage, giving one last withering look to the mess of a garden Otis had helped to plant. Maybe one of the other promising healers could move in and make use of it, but she had no need to be carting all those plants and her big belly all across the country side, thank you very much.

She did have some packets of seeds and cuttings wrapped up in small packages Otis had sewn into the edges of her cougar cloak, which was now folded up into a pillow shape and propped under her chin in an attempt to ward off the endless reflux she seemed to suffer. Raijin was out, probably trying to see if he couldn't catch something that she wouldn't vomit at the sight of. Poor guy, she wondered if he knew what he was really getting himself into?

A sharp jolt to her bladder had her abandoning all thoughts of resting in favour of relieving herself for what felt like the 15th time since the sun came up. It really was a design flaw to have so many organs in the way of where babies grew.

“Speech”

we wear red so they don’t see us bleed

Halo had been wrapped up in the task that Sirius had left her with. Every single member of the Armada needed to be checked up on, and Halo was up for it. A big task, sure, but not one that was insurmountable by any means. Honestly, she'd enjoyed it. Though Halo was introverted, it was nice having a reason to speak to and meet with the other members of the pack. She felt like she needed an excuse to go and interrupt them all, and direct orders from Sirius were as good as any. Still, when she'd gone around to Sedna's den, she found it... empty? All of it was empty. Heart breakingly empty. It had placed a damper on her mood for the day.

She set out from the Armada with Mr. Raccoon, basket empty and swinging in his paws. Maybe they'd go herb collecting. Maybe they'd go looking for trouble. Trouble? Halo? Certainly not. No, as much as she wanted it to be a carefree little adventure, it was more likely to be solely business related. Really, Halo found herself anxious as she left the packlands. The safety of the Armada was something she was unable to trade away easily. Especially after her first day here, and the incident with the big cat... she's still anxious. After all this time, Halo is still anxious. Was there something wrong with her? Maybe. That was possible, sure.

Right, no, she could do this. Halo steadied herself as she made her way through Fern Gulley, gaze trained on the undergrowth. What she needed were antiseptics, witch hazel if she could find it. If not, well, at least it was nice out. Fresh air may or may not be a valid form of medication, even if it was self medication today.

"Halo"