WC:: 420 - Blah, fail post. Forgive me >.<
Her herb supply had been left back within the caves, donated to her previous pack's stores, part out of guilt for leaving them, mainly though it was because lugging the various ingredients would have been a lot more hassle then they were worth; most of what she needed grew either in or around her new homes lands. With her leather bag strung over her shoulder and Jason diligently working, finding more rubbish then actual herbs as the pheasant did every time she took him with her, the bag had slowly began to fill up with a variety of things she required to make her inks and dyes. Following nothing more then her whimsical mind, the golden librarian soon began to track her way down to the small stretch of sandy shore that hugged close to her pack lands claimed territory. Throwing the bag on the soft surface she allowed for Jason to go out and enjoy himself, running around with excessive amount of energy that only the pheasants seemed to be able to conjure up at a seconds notice.
Leaning back she stretched herself out upon the gentle ground, caring little if she got herself covered in sand in the process. Blue eyes half closed she drifted into a light sleep, listening to the comforting sounds of Jason rummaging around and the movement of water and other typical sounds one could only find by the ocean. Time slipped her by and reluctantly she hauled herself up of the ground, raising in a stiff manner onto two paws before dusting the particles, titling her head up to the sky she judged it was roughly noon. “Jason” her voice was laced with sleep but the bird quickly responded running a small circle around her once before she bent down and picked him up, cradling him against her chest.
Yawning loudly she ran her eyes of the shore and began to walk along down it, neither rushing nor going slowly, falling into her natural stride. It was then she heard the males voice, although she could easily have overlooked him, his pelt standing out as much as hers against the sandy terrain and with her mind clouded by dreams she'd almost dismissed the sound to be a sea-gulls call. Cocking her head to the side in a bird like manner she watched him with bored curiosity before stepping closer to him, coming to a stop when she believed herself to be within conversing distance. “Well you look like you've had a fun day”
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