Sky sporting her new short hair! 
The pups' mother wasn't the only one who'd had a hard time these past few months. The other victim had been Sky, who had been left to search for her rival and her kids, coming home empty handed to discover her mate had left the area, possibly forever. Needless to say, she'd considered leaving herself, doubting the worth in staying with the pack that now haunted her at night. It had seemed like the easy way out, but after some time spent cooling down and settling back in, she'd decided to stick it out. Skye had named the hybrid Medic for the pack, meaning she had extra work to do, giving her less time to think about it.
Unfortunately, that also meant she had to work. Sky hated the extra tasks, such as searching for herbs and tending to annoying patients, especially those that complained of headaches that were easy enough to cure with sleep or a hot meal. Half the time, Sky found that her patients bore wounds hardly worth the second glance. So, taking a day off from her casual duties, Sky headed off towards Cour des Miracles territory, knowing that near the borders there were bound to be some good herbs growing.
She'd left Casper in the house, locking her doors and checking her skulls (now set up on her front railing to ward off annoyances mostly) and then heading off, wearing her now-usual white blouse and light blue denim shorts. It was all she needed, really, now that the weather had warmed up.
It hadn't taken her long this time. She'd learned of a few good patches of catmint growing near a clearing a little ways up, so she'd headed straight for it. Catmint, or more commonly known as Catnip, was great for colds and for releiving anxiety. It always worked great as an insect repellent, which Sky guessed her leader wouldn't mind for her garden. She'd brought her bag with her, in hopes of uprooting a few plants to grow back home.
It was to her surprise that she found the clearing occupied! A mother and her two children, both fast asleep, were already there when she came trekking into the clearing across from them. She paused, ears perking. I'm sure she shouldn't mind if I'm quiet... Still, the hybrid kept a low profile as she showed herself, cautiously staying to the edge of the clearing but not seeming unnerved at all. She hadn't picked up that familliar scent yet, being upwind and unused to it. She paused, smiling politely in greeting, the tip of her tail wagging slowly. Hopefully she doesn't chase me away... I could really use that catmint...
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