Spring was finally somewhat beginning to set in, something Macha had somehow managed to overlook before today. She'd beat herself up over it later, due to her faith and how strict the rules had been back in Devilsbite, however not much of the blame could really be put on the young witch. So much has happened since she first stepped foot in pookastone. Enough to make anyone's mind a bit hazy, really.
With a heavy sigh, the young Archer headed over to the lagoon. She was rather thirsty and hadn't much else planned for the rest of her day anyway, other than perhaps laying herself out a game plan for how things were going to be from here on out. Puppies were on the way, surely there was a number of things she could be helping out with. "I could always ask..." Macha mumbled to herself, though she didn't mean ask the pack, for clarification. She intended on scrying for help. "There's hunting and gathering.. But that can't be all.. Right?"