[center]Gwendolyn[/center]

Gwendolyn stirred the pot again and sighed, glancing up at the outdoor sky. Surely father would be home soon. Meetings with the chief never lasted too long. Though given that it probably revolved around the injuries of the hunter that the wiseman left in her care...

Sighing, she pushed back her hair. Worrying over much was not productive, yet she couldn't think of what else to do. The herbs were all cleaned and sorted. The stew was about done. The hut was swept. The only thing left that she could do was check on their injured man, again. She took bandages and herbs and went over to visit him.