It was luck that had seen that the healer of Glorall was not on her island at the time of the storm, having spent the night on mainland out of Glorall and searching for more herbs and such to use in her art. She spent the night in the valley, sleeping off the effects of a rather pungent and wonderful herb she now calls "sleep-grass," she woke up and found leaves and tree limbs from the sparse trees of the valley scattered about. Concern for her pack took over and she practically flew home, every line of her face seeming to deepen from the worry she held.

When she makes it to her home, it is just in time to hear Tesseract call the pack from the beach, and rather than check out the damage to her home and stores on the island, she decides it is time to eat. Her stomach couldn't agree more, sleep-grass had more than just sleep to impose upon the body, it also comes with a deep gnawing hunger that demands she eats. Maybe only better to be used with extreme pain or illnesses that make wolves not want to eat. It certainly didn't behave like something she would prescribe for everyday body aches. Now, she wishes she had the herb when she was putting their leader back together, it could have made that a lot less painful. Now she trots to the beach, those beautiful dark eyes scanning for her heart anywhere on the beach, moving a bit further down from Tesseract and the dark female she had not yet met, sensing somehow for the need for privacy even when he wished to be surrounded by pack. A small smile crept onto her face, and she rounds a pile of rocks, feeling optimistic for her alpha and for the day ahead of her. Tiara lifts up and she calls to her warrior, hope and ease filling her soul as she looks down an untouched part of the beach.

A porpoise had washed up, and she wanted her and her love to share the find between themselves rather than letting the pack know straight away, she would once she had her time with Mortz, once they ate their fill of the large animal. For now she waits by the grey and black body of the small dolphin relative, thanking the gods of the sea for the generosity they showed to Glorall. It is not every day they have such a feast brought to their doors, after all.