a different state of mind - open; moving mud

Recuperating, taking stock. Seeing what was what. This was what she was doing when she had returned. Finding out that her brother had decided to take the steps that her Guru should have done and exiled someone. A guest. Who had decided to potentially put the Coalition in danger when they were already in a vulnerable state. How could he? How could he have even thought to spit her hospitality back into her face like that? The leopardess felt her claws unsheathe as she walked across the packed snow toward the village that they would still call home. Progress needed to be made. She would force it if necessary. The buildings needed to be righted and fixed. Rubble clears out, mud shoved back where it belonged. She sighed, watching the white puffs of air leave her muzzle. So much time. Too much. Casually the wildcard would linger on the fringes of the temporary camps. Listening to the quiet sounds of others before she finally left off.

Her trek to the village was short, her knowledge of this home, one she had helped to create, seared in her mind. As she entered the partially devastated town snow began to cling to her legs. The area grew colder around her as she moved forth and she concentrated her gaze at the frozen mound of snow and mud. Immediately she liquefied the water within the mud and she began to move that. Forcing the mud to rise up and back over the ridge. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she continued to move large swaths of mud and ice. The trees though were more of a problem and one had fallen on her own house. Great. "At least it looks better than it did before." They should be able to move back in soon.