Mae wasn’t sure where her mind had been for the past few months. She thought she could handle it, joining a pack, later leading it… but her paws were calling to her… once she’d settled for the nomadic life, and it was hard for her to keep herself in one place. She couldn’t leave though, that she knew… not with the hopes she had for her daughter, or her love for Kerb. They had kept her so firmly rooted in the confines of the Draw territory. She’d been doing what she could despite the sickness that had settled in on her in the early winter months. She’d recovered… noting a bit of rest over some time hadn’t been able to fix… but a part of her still felt like she was gone… like her life was slowly being drained out of her.
And yet? It so clearly wasn’t. She frowned softly as she poked her nose through the territory, trying to catch some scents, hoping that perhaps a good hunt might clear her head and give her the answers she desperately sought. She’d talk to Kerb, but this was something embedded too deep… not even he could help her figure this out.