Chickadee had been feeling rather ill lately, and had been keeping to herself. She had been testing a bit too many of her beloved mild poisons, and had made herself sick over it. It was nothing worrisome, of course -- as a healer in training, Chicky knew that a few stomach aches were par for the course.

But there was something strange in the air that day, something tugging at her heart that wouldn't leave her be. She felt as if there were some sort of invisible tether drawing her out, out of her cozy little seaside home and out toward the fields where she had not been for some time.

The little round-faced female made the short distance from Glorall to the fields relatively quickly, though she was in no immediate rush. As of yet, she still wasn't quite sure why she was even wandering so far from home when her stomach was still lurching and seething angrily. But there was a feeling in her heart, a certainty that destiny was pulling her... it was impossible to resist. But then, Chickadee had always been a curious little thing, prone to following the wildest of whims.

Chickadee saw them from some distance away, clustered and scattered like little flocks of birds. She recognized no one, but that did not curtail her enthusiasm. It was a rare day for Chicky, a day in which she did not fear the judgement of her peers. She had slowly begun to accept her awkward inability to function in most social situations, and had even started to see the humor of it. There was little more than a nervous flutter in the young female's heart as she trotted slowly toward the grouping of wolves with her tail waving behind her.

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CHICKADEE
^{healer of glorall}