Slipping in through the gap in the fence into their admittedly ugly yet practical camp, Javiera couldn’t help but smirk around her mouthful of, essentially, fluff. Not only did they notice she had food, a plump rabbit to be precise, but there was also a mild uncertainty. Clearly, they were trying to figure out if she had eaten on her little hunting expedition. The thought was quite amusing, even to the rather emotionless molly. They knew she was the closest thing to a healer they had right now, and they also knew they could not rely on generosity of the heart. Generosity was a foreign term to Javiera, and the ticked molly had no heart. No, Javiera dealt in deals and favours, nothing more and nothing less. With perhaps one or two exceptions. She would heal Raze simply because he was her leader and allowing her a place in his group. And he was not forcing her to heal her clanmates for free. In fact, she wasn’t forced to do anything. She did as she pleased, and joined patrols only if she wished to. Not that she didn’t help out, of course, though this was for pride of the Reapers and their continued survival, rather than any feeling of attachment in her deadened soul.

Reaching their little food store, the molly almost bumped into a rowdy apprentice as they came bounding across toward the pile. As soon as they saw her, they skidded to a halt and backed up a few pawsteps. Without much more than a whisk of her tail, Javiera dropped her rabbit and shoved it toward them with one paw as they stammered out an awkward apology. “Give that to the queens or elders. And no, I have not eaten yet. Take that back to your mentor as a reward for teaching you manners.” Javiera knew well it would spread about camp quick enough. After all, providing her with a meal was the easiest way to fulfill a deal for healing, and the Reaper’s camp was certainly a dangerous place.

Without even bothering to warn the brat to be careful - she honestly didn’t care, nor would she take pity, if the runt tripped and hurt himself - Javiera simply watched them scamper away with a dip of their head and the rabbit in their maw, before turning and padding out of the camp’s centre. Right now, she felt like a little rest. She’d agreed to go on a border patrol that morning, joined in a bit of battle training simply for the thrill of it, and ended the day with a satisfying hunt. The rabbit had been the last of her catch she’d brought back, and certainly the most impressive piece. Whether anyone else deigned to agree or not - which she betted few would dare disagreeing openly - Javiera decided she more than deserved a nap.

With confident strides, the molly slipped past the warriors den without a second thought and made her way a few monsters through the scrap heap before spotting a faded red one on a partial slant. She didn’t like sleeping with all the other warriors in the den, much preferring to keep to her own space. No one seemed to mind, she was within hearing distance of the camp, and sight if one looked past the warriors den. And the Reapers encouraged individuality and independence. Therefore she could do as she wished, and if that meant sleeping elsewhere...well, everyone else would surely appreciate that over the raking of her claws if they snored.

With one easy leap, Javiera hopped up onto the muzzle of a rather whether worn and rusty green monster, before slipping in through the large gap (window) on the side of the monster’s belly. Once inside, Javiera sat down on the sun warmed, admittedly worn leather of her nest (the seat) and began running her tongue in rhythmic strokes over her pelt. She would groom first, before settling down on the warm nest with the intent of a quick, late afternoon nap. By the time she woke it would be evening, and she could go get something to eat, perhaps consider going on another patrol, or simply just taking a walk.

That was, if she ever made it as far as her nap.

(If anyone wants some healing, feel free to bug this lass, just remember she’ll want something in return - even if it is just a meal or a favour, lol)