Saia was just getting herself familiarized with the Armada medical areas and stores, looking to see how things were organized and what may have needed to be restocked. She wasn't such a high ranking member of Ashen, but she was considered a part of the royal family at least at one point. So maybe she had life handed to her well. She was still raised to be strong and overcome, she just never had too harsh of an experience. Ashen's disband was harsh, but she knew there was much worse out there. All she could hope was that the rest of her siblings were doing well.

She was in the herb areas, looking along the shelves and memorizing where the different tinctures and ointments were, touching a few of the bowls or containers they were in as she moved about down the stock. Soon she was walking out into the more common area of the medical den. It felt weird being in a place like this again. Everything stocked as it should be, even the most rare of flowers and herbs. She was at least fortunate she didn't need any medical attention while she was on her own. She could at least handle anything that arose, while she did carry a few simple herbs on her prior to finding the Armada.

She stood still in the middle of the den, lost in a daze of her thoughts. Wondering how she could put herself to use here. She did want to feel like a dependable member of the pack even if that took time. What came next for her life, her new life here with the Armada?

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"Saia Abraxas-Destruction"

Wylan groggily made his way from the Woods where his treehouse was, to the Col where most of the packs stores were kept. He’d thought he’d find some cold remedies around the den, but it seemed Oleander had taken pretty much all the medical supplies when he had moved out. Ollie. He pushed aside thoughts of his brother, and stumbled into the supply den. He ignored the faint scent of the hot springs - though a hot bath sounded kind of good about now - and instead turned to the right, where most of the pack's supplies were kept. Yes, he could have gone to Oleander’s new clinic. But he didn’t want to look at his brothers awesome new set up, and see how happy he was. Thoughts of his brother were still a tender point right now. Turning into the supply den, he almost walked into a wolf. “Oh, sorry Igg--” Wait, this wolf was far too dark in color to be Ignita. He sniffed, and rubbed his red eyes. This cold was really doing a number on him. “Oh, sorry, I didn’t see you there.” He said, folding his wings a little tighter in as he moved to wiggle past them. Under normal circumstances, Wylan was ecstatic to meet new people. But between his cold, and Oleander and Seneca leaving the treehouse, he was just feeling miserable. Too miserable to work up to his usual bouncy, energetic self. WC: 246 Total: 522 "Speech"