The moment Maeve woke up she realized something was, well, quite off. Though not being able to place her paw on exactly what it could be, she headed out to partake in her usual schedule. Whilst exploring pack grounds further, and perhaps getting herself in a little trouble with the adults, the young pup only found herself growing more and more frustrated with the feeling. Was it all in her head? Visually, nothing seemed out of place. The Destine-Caravello was beginning to believe that she was growing crazy, could it be an unspoken hereditary trait passed to her through older generations? Grumbling, the monochrome youth sought out a quiet place to collect her thoughts.

Call it fate, or maybe luck on her behalf, but instead of her silent haven Maeve seemed to stumble across an even greater treasure. The Plateau's very own princess had a seemingly similar idea to the pup, and she was not afraid to tell her all about it. "Celandiiee!!" she cried, tail wagging at an alarming pace. To the youth's displeasure it'd been months since their last encounter, but with a little more luck maybe she could coax the snow-white royalty to like her a little more this time around. Conceivably then the Agyris would spend more time with the girl, and ultimately mentor her if at all possible. It was no secret that Maeve idolized the heir, molding herself into something similar would be a dream come true.

"Celendiee, you dun' look so good. You gotta cold or sumthin'?" she frowned, approaching the princess further. A living skeleton, that's all Maeve could distinguish. It was almost as if an imposture was placed before her very eyes, but the pup knew better than that. "You wan' me to get you some med-sin?"

What the princess showed in her sickly appearance only barely surpassed her outwardly sour attitude. It simply couldn't be possible, a bag of bones such as herself actually attempting to lie about her state of health. Yet, here they were. "Yer not though!" she screeched in a well unpleasant manner. Letting Celandine continue about all alone to whither closer to death was far from a realistic option in Maeve's book, whether it pleased the elder or not. "I dun no bout' no plants ta' help ya', but I think ya' need t' eat." she scolded, still very displeased with the scenario laid in front of her.

Thinking about her deceleration a bit further, Maeve realized she hadn't the slightest idea where about the caches resided. Asking Celandine to accompany her there would be outright idiotic, but asking for directions would, in a way, ruin the atmosphere she played up. The pup wanted to impress her role-model, even if it meant possibly getting lost. Surely she'd run into someone who could assist her on the way, if the decision truly came to a close. But, that meant leaving the heir alone.. Even as weak as she was, the white-beauty would likely up and leave. "When ya' last eat anyway?" she complained, letting a pout settle upon her face. The situation was confusing, and one she'd never thought to prepare herself for, but a solution was necessary. Even if it took all day.

'I wun letcha down, we gun' figure this out!'