"Mmm.. I should not be here, should I?" Speaking to none other than herself, the rather dazzled medicine wolf surveyed her surroundings. 'I've never been here before, where am I again?' troubled, she momentarily attempted to retrace her thoughts. Why was she here? Had it something to do with Celandine? The whole fiasco that took place in her medicine den must of shook the beige-pelted yearling up pretty damn good. Her memories were beginning to fail her, as they always had when she underwent too much stress. "Tch, Damn it.."
Wandering only a touch further, Mahle found herself able to distinguish the faint perfume of another pack lingering not too far from where she stood. 'How troublesome.' She'd never been a fan of encountering other pack-wolves. In fact, the only one to ever do her any good was her dearest princess Celandine, and look where that brought her now! Wandering about like she actually knows what she's doing. 'All this damn stress is going to be the death of me.' pausing in thought, her purpose slowly crept back into memory. "Stress.. Ah! Black Hawthorn!" allowing a grin to surface her pale muzzle, the former-princess squealed in excitement. 'I need it! Because m'lady went bat-shit crazy on me and it could be due to stress! Or perhaps even poor circulation.. Of course!'
Filled with an immense amount of pride, Mahle began taking long quiet strides around the lake. She still didn't quite understand her current whereabouts, but with her goal back at hand she was sure to figure something out! "Bless thy deities for showing me guidance.."
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I play among the stars and then fall so low.
Mahle PsyxḗI'm a fugitive that has no legs to run.
I'm a preacher with no pulpit,
Spewing a sermon that goes on and on.