The ebony healer grunted softly as her hazel gaze blinked open in the dark confines of the den, stretching out her limbs as she slowly stood, shaking away the last stringy wisps of sleep that clung like the morning fog. The young mother glanced around, her nose twitching slightly as she picked up her daughter’s scent, though the grey and black pup was nowhere to be found. Positive that she knew not to stray too far from the den nor close to the borders, Sylva thought nothing of it for the time, her rumbling stomach, one of her oldest friends soon reminded her of her hunger and she squeezed out of the earthly confines, blinking in the dull sunlight that broke through the foggy surroundings.
“Yea, yea.” she mumbled tiredly as her stomach rumbled again, the medic’s older self returning slowly as she started off down the path toward a nearby cache. Snagging a small hare from the concealed pile, She settled down, lips parting as a yawn escaped, she grunted once before sinking her teeth into fur and bones. As she ate, Sylva’s mind drifted over events from the past couple of months, her thoughts lingering on Zilas, and Hawthorne’s lack of a father figure, she’d have to figure something out soon in that regard, A soft sigh escaped as she settled back into the autonomous act of eating, letting the mundane task lull her from the questions and concerns she knew she’d have to deal with eventually.