Emberwood here it's never ending

Morning had her crawling sleepily from the roots where she had slept, huffing resentfully over her aching ribs. Truthfully, one couldn't call this morning, light had barely permeated the sky and the birds were oddly quiet. Still; she had woken early in order to break as much ground as she could today, and hopefully make it to Easthollow by nightfall. She surveyed the area, in a better state to understand where she was then last night, when she had blundered into this clearing and fallen asleep almost immediately. She set to work picking at a tangled clump of fur on her shoulder, peering thoughtfully through the semi-marshy terrain and considering the fastest way to get to Easthollow; and whether or not she was willing to rest just a little bit longer.