Form	Info Date: 22 Aug Time: Morning Words: 370 Location: Great Village

hope dis okay. c:

Myrika was not quite certain what to make of this Inferni yet. It would seem she had many, many family members here, but she had met few canines thus far. It was, after all, her own damn fault -- Myrika had not traveled much around Inferni, preferring to set up her camp in the place she'd chosen to stay. It was far away from where the rest of the clan seemed to congregate, and perhaps that would explain the lack of visitors thus far. Myrika couldn't quite complain; she felt the caves would have been too overwhelming for her, bustling about with activity. There was an undue sense of frailty within Myri for the moment. She was uncertain of herself and in an etnirely strange place.

The hybrid woman had taken up residence in the lower floor of the old schoolhouse in the Great Village. It was the only building left that seemed to be any good, and so she had camped in the bottom floor one night, curling up on the floor with a few thick furs to make a bed. It was nice, having a roof over her head again. She had missed the cabin during her weeks of travel, even with her father. Myri was unaccustomed to sleeping in the wilderness, beneath the stars -- it should have felt natural and right, but it only made her nervous. There was too much sky, and she much preferred the brown waterstains and old cobwebs dotting the ceiling here.

Now, however, she was not within the schoolhouse -- she tended to Eira and Farai, cobbled together by a twisting rope of sinew. Neither would run when they were tied together; they were more likely to try opposite directions and yank each other until tired a hundred times over before agreeing to walk in the same direction. The woman led them together to a fresh meadow, letting them roam about and crop the grass shorter while she herself inspected a half-sunken house with some curiosity, her turquoise eyes sparkling with interest as she bent over and peered into one of the busted-out windows, viewing the dusty and dim interior. It was, as she'd expected, half-filled with soil.