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- being back at harvest lake was both a blessing and a curse, a bittersweet homecoming. saera loved the lake and had lived there for years before even joining the pack so when the old alpha decided to up and leave, she was rightfully unhappy about it. being blind was hard enough, but being blind while on the run was even worse. the pack didn't stay anywhere long enough for saera to learn even the basic layout of where they were staying before packing up and moving again so she eventually gave up. she relied on her nose and ears the majority of the time and did her best to stay near wherever they decided to set up camp. it was almost as if the alpha didn't care that they had members who weren't able to keep up and it nearly caused saera to simply leave, but she stuck around for whatever reason. she still wasn't sure what that reason was.
when paris took over the pack and moved everyone back to harvest lake, saera was thrilled to be back to somewhere she knew and could travel around without worrying as much. it's only been a month, but it's almost as if she never left. her mental map of the area was as fresh as the day she left, a few young trees had sprouted in previously bare spots, but those were easily added to the map for future reference. the whole first night back at the original campsite, saera was out running wild through the forest enjoying the feeling of freedom she can have in such a well known place. if only they had never left to begin with.
saera was out checking her usual hunting spots as dawn broke, knowing deer and most prey animals were most active during the breaking hours of dawn and dusk. she had no luck with many of her spots, but was pleasantly surprised to find that most were still active even over a year later. she had even found a new area of interest just west of a known trail, the strong odor of deer and the feel of the flattened weeds makes it obvious this new spot was a well used sleeping area for local herds. she'll have to let the other hunters know, they'd be able to catch them much easier than she ever would.
as she heads back towards camp at a leisurely trot, she's caught off guard by the scent of blood being carried on the soft morning breeze. her ears twist and turn as her nose lifts to drawn in more of the scent. there weren't any sounds to suggest something was currently fighting or moving and the blood wasn't that of a deer so someone hadn't made a kill for dinner. saera tentatively ventures off her path, keeping tabs on where she was going so she could easily turn around and find her way back, and follows the scent of the blood. she finds the source by both smelling the strong odor of coyote and stepping in the puddle it had created on the forest floor. it was confusing at first why there would be a dead coyote, but then the fading scent of a pack mate tingles her nose and it makes much more sense. it seems the creature had done something to anger cason, or the male could have just been in a deadly mood, it wouldn't be much of a surprise these days with how high tensions are.
saera carefully wipes her paw on the grass to get the blood from her pads before turning around and heading back towards her path where she continues on towards the camp and her cabin. as she grows closer to camp, she can smell that cason was also there and not as intact as he had been when he had left not too long ago. the scent of his wounds was rather strong suggesting he was bleeding from more than just a small scrape. the she-wolf wrinkles her nose a bit at the scent and couldn't hold back the strong sneeze that came out. saera shakes out her cream coat after the sneeze and continues on to her cabin, the male was capable enough to tend to his own wounds or see the healer, her asking after him would only be ignored or brushed off so there's no point in trying.
upon entering her cabin through the slightly ajar back door, saera shifts back to human and dons her clothing. a simple pair of jeans that have seen better days and a loose fitting long sleeved t-shirt she had gotten a long time ago from a fellow loner back in the day, she didn't know that it was an ungodly shade of neon pink and had a horse with a knife tapped to it's head in a funny depiction of a unicorn, all she knew was that it was comfortable and soft so that's all that mattered. once dressed, she goes about tending her multitude of plants that were in the small room built onto the back of her cabin. it was a crudely made greenhouse of sorts comprised of old windows and wood from old cabins from the long since departed packs around them. it wasn't perfect or very well made, but it works to keep her plants alive during the blistering cold winters and snows. currently she only has a few plants growing, most of them herbs for cooking and healing, but there were also some strawberries trying to grow as well.
location; forest > cabin/camp ● mentions; cason ● tags; open
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