Away from the Abby, the sounds of the celebration wafted in the breeze, dibbuns laughing and cheering about. As the young squirell maid started to wake from her pine needle bed, she couldn't but help be reminded of simpler times, happier days. The way would gather together to feast and...

She shook her head, then stood up. No time for such musings now. She stroked a hand down her golden fur. Vermin could be here any moment now. She strode to her larder, grabbed out some fresh berries to munch on, then checked it over. "Should last at least a week, if I ration well." She said to herself. "I still could gather more..." Then she gave a quick herself a quick scrub from some of her water, put on her bow and quiver, looked through her glade to see if it was clear, then when it was to her satisfaction, she started climbing down to the berry patch.

It truly was a beautiful spring day. The sun was shining as the birds sang their songs above. For most creatures, this might be a day to enjoy. Marigold Yew though couldn't though, watching her shoulder constantly as she searched for what was ripe of the wild crop. The laughter over yonder caused her to pause for a moment, but she only shook herself and went back to work. She was doing quite well on her on.

There was no need to have anyone else.