Anjali took in the sight of the tent, well-arranged by her wife. She had to admit that Brother Bastian was not only hardworking but also quite inventive. As much as she still couldn't consider men on the footing her beloved could; she had learned to see them under better light, especially since the cataclysm, and the way several brothers had proven very worthy additions to the clan. She still found amusement in the fact that her wife had won a slave due to a spar. She wondered what her mate would do with the skai man; but she was fine not meddling, having the utmost confidence in Cearia's judgement.

It didn't take her long to set everything together for the fire. She had also brought a few larger branches that would come in handy for them to use to cook whatever game they would acquire for their evening meal.

It was ironic how she had longed to rebuild an enclave with more permanent dwellings, and be able to commune with nature as well as with the prosperity of a weather-defying community; but still found ease in the wilderness. Most witches had a strong affinity with nature; for it was the root of their power; but as one firmly entrenched in the physical realm, the Beast Warden turned Clan Mother was all the more attuned to her surroundings, breathing the energy around her.

Catching sight of Cearia readying herself for the hunt, as they only had so much light left, she retrieved her knives and attached them to her belt, and fetched some rope if need be. She had never learned how to use a bow, although it had been one of her younger sister's weapon of choice. She thought how the younger Raskor twins would have liked Cearia. Just as she had been proud to call the huntress her mate before the reformed Clan, she would have been blessed to present her to her birth Clan. She dared believe that the deceased witnessed the union from the beyond.

For now though, there were immediate needs to find food for the night. Anjali moved as a shadow, used to make herself one with her surroundings; and she gestured for her wife to lead the way. She was perfectly comfortable letting Cearia take the lead for hunting, for it was her forte.