![[Image: viv_honeybee.gif]](https://sig.grumpybumpers.com/host/viv_honeybee.gif)
Her days were often a bit like the ocean's tide - largely predictable, even, and a thing of rhythm. She had worked herself into a routine and it served her well, though she was practically chomping at the bit for some exploration.
Despite the fact she desperately wanted to venture out of the Vale - if only for a few hours - she was far too mindful of her packmates to act on it. There were wounds to mend and she didn't want to create anymore of her own to slow down the care her found family needed. By Cypress' fang and his murder of Viscaria, she had finally learned a lesson in keeping close to home, where it was safe. She did not even need Aksel to tell her so - it was a thing of wonder, her newfound sense of mortality.
Solvi suspected part of her restless paws came from the season. In the dead of winter, there was little to do - she could only shuffle her herb stores around so many times before she felt rather useless. She had no plants to harvest - at best, she could find some wintergreen or some of the cold-hardy berries that lingered around... but the fact remained: she was bored. In the days to come, she would regret her feeling of boredom - how quickly she would wish for nothing at all to be occurring as anguish once again sank its fangs into Dawnbreak.
But for now, she felt aimless when she was not tending to her patients.
It was the part of the day when she usually took a nap or sought out company, but she had not yet become tired enough to rest. She plucked away at a patch of wintergreen just outside of the pack's main encampment, taking care not to take more than her share.
Despite the fact she desperately wanted to venture out of the Vale - if only for a few hours - she was far too mindful of her packmates to act on it. There were wounds to mend and she didn't want to create anymore of her own to slow down the care her found family needed. By Cypress' fang and his murder of Viscaria, she had finally learned a lesson in keeping close to home, where it was safe. She did not even need Aksel to tell her so - it was a thing of wonder, her newfound sense of mortality.
Solvi suspected part of her restless paws came from the season. In the dead of winter, there was little to do - she could only shuffle her herb stores around so many times before she felt rather useless. She had no plants to harvest - at best, she could find some wintergreen or some of the cold-hardy berries that lingered around... but the fact remained: she was bored. In the days to come, she would regret her feeling of boredom - how quickly she would wish for nothing at all to be occurring as anguish once again sank its fangs into Dawnbreak.
But for now, she felt aimless when she was not tending to her patients.
It was the part of the day when she usually took a nap or sought out company, but she had not yet become tired enough to rest. She plucked away at a patch of wintergreen just outside of the pack's main encampment, taking care not to take more than her share.
![[Image: SolviSigVIV.gif]](https://sig.grumpybumpers.com/host/SolviSigVIV.gif)
Solvi's braids are not as tidy as displayed in her art
