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I’m Done Putting Out The Fires You Start

The days had thankfully remained warm despite the trees beginning to change colour, and the earliest boughs dropping their leaves. Marrah was acutely aware that winter was approaching faster than she would like and that she had no idea how to survive it alone. The yearling was filling her days with trying to prepare, searching for the best spots to take cover from storms, digging caches, trying to hunt what game she could.

The once plump frame was slimming as she was surviving on her own. Marrah did not appear worse for wear yet, but she certainly was not in her prime as she should have been at this age. Amber eyes appeared sad and somewhat haunted, and her mental health was suffering from loneliness and self blame. Still, as many nights as she dreamed of being home with Enera, Auntie Woya and Adelard, she knew she never would be.

Moving on autopilot the girl made her way through the first cavern. She had been here the other day but had been too cautious to go any deeper. Today she had lots of time before the sun would set, and nothing better to do.

When The Cranberry Vodkas Hit A Little Too Hard

The bigger and more capable her son grew, the less attention she paid to his exact whereabouts. At last she felt completely returned to her old self and all the freedoms she'd been afford before pregnancy. Taking advantage of it, Walrus chose to do some wandering of her own as @Claw explored his independence.

She was drawn back south, curious about the wolves that had claimed the Ridge but not yet ready to contact them directly. Family had always been a messy thing, more trouble than they were truly worth. She was still enjoying this lack of obligation, vacationing in the solitary calm of the eye of the hurricane that was the Archer swarm.

She sought just clues, and instead stumbled upon something else entirely.

Now, what was a Chasm whelp doing all the way here? Walrus stalked the young teen's trail into and through the dark, her existence here inspiring questions that she would not be denied answers to. The shadows ahead shifted, and she knew that she was closing in, citrus eyes glinting with intensity.

"Don't yer know how many wicked things hide beneath stone?"

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I’m Done Putting Out The Fires You Start

Maybe a few months ago dark pelted yearling would have been frightened out of her skin at the sound of pawsteps approaching her in a strange cave. She probably would have frantically sought out a place to hide, or called for help, or more likely she wouldn’t have been in this cave at all, certainly not alone. Instead this time she just kept walking and exploring. If whoever was in here with her wanted to come find her, more power to them.

It was the closeness of the steps and the voice that eventually caused Marrah to turn and observe who it was. In the dimness of the caverns she could barely make out the dark form that blended into the shadows. The stranger was around the same height as her, and at this point probably closer in weight to where the teen had been when she was in the pack. All of this would have been good information if she was preparing to fight or defend herself, but instead it was just noted apathetically.

Snorting humourlessly she retorted ”Don’t you know that wicked things are everywhere? They aren’t hiding out anywhere.” At least not in her experience. Unless you counted hiding in plain sight.

When The Cranberry Vodkas Hit A Little Too Hard

After her words, she saw a flash of those autumn eyes she'd remembered the girl possessing. There was no fear in what Walrus could see of her expression, not even shock. The woman almost frowned, but couldn't deny it made things all the more curious. She hadn't known Marrah to be particularly boisterous, but this still was a different demeanor from what she recalled. Or perhaps she simply hadn't paid enough attention to the child? Either was likely, in all honesty.

"Oh, that's deep," she mused with a humored smirk, temporarily dropping pretenses. After all, ghost stories weren't fun without a reaction.

"Chase yer all the way o'er the mount'n, did they? Yer wicked things?"