S o g n a t o r e .
Lead Healer ~ Raven Worried ~ Camp ~ With - ~ Single
An eerie feeling stalked Sogna. Why had camp been so empty? Why were all high ranked wolves not around? Almost always somebody stayed around camp, unless there was a hunt or serious business to attend to. Was that it? Was something bothering their pack? Grumbling about the troubles, Sogna dropped her leaf as she entered the grounds. Heading into the field, her eyes were trained on the ground in front of her, making sure she didn't trip. Her nose did the searching, filtering through all the scents that registered. Smiling with content, Sogna collected some bark from an alder tree, also stripping the trees of any webs they had clinging to them. Placing them carefully on top of the leaf, she turned around to continue searching. Stopping short, the femme tensed, what was that? Movement, from the corner of her eye. Unfamiliar scent. Sogna nearly growled, but halted, only a squeak escaping her maw. Racing back to her herbs, she picked them up, hurrying back to camp. A bear, she thought. It was merely a bear. Throwing all of her stuff into her den, she didn't care to organize it. Something her neurotic self almost always did. Then, turning, she went to find Grimshaw or somebody with authority. Stumbling from confusion, she tripped, her cheek getting slightly skinned on a rock. Forcing herself up, she walked with weak legs, the urge to alert somebody driving her. Had they realized this already? "Grimshaw," she squeaked, directionless. This little blip in the system was causing her to go crazy. Seeing two figures ahead, she hurried towards them.
