Melena lined up all her clay jugs and bowls, and then stepped back to examine her work. How she was thankful no wolf had been hurt lately, she was starting to wish something would happen. She shook her head, her miserable thoughts put aside for productivity. Melena's stomach grumbled, and with surprised, wide eyes she looked over her shoulder at the entrance to her tiny meadow, wondering if there was a group out hunting.
Melena slowly crept out of her healer's place, flickering her ears this way and that, and she sat down just outside the entrance.
((Omg, I haven't been here in a while and I'm sorry for that, but as it appears I have no excuse that's worth telling, :s I'm a very boring person.))