Bitterroot Valley This used to be the future

If it wasn't absolutely 110% clear that she was going to be feeling pretty awful for several days, the walk made sure to point that out.  Whatever had happened had been a full-body experience. She tried to put the pieces back together, but even when she paused to look behind herself again, it didn't seem like there were any likely points where that would have happened. How much time had she been walking before her brain finally started recording things again? Hours? Days?

Right now she was keen on trudging her way towards some form of running water. Anything with a reasonable nose knew she was coming, and she was thankful it wasn't summer, or likely she'd be covered in a mantle of flies, all wriggling about in hope she'd keel over before dislodging them. Then she might actually go for a roll in the pitiful bit of snow on the ground just to be rid of them. She was heading downhill right? Hm. Maybe not. She adjusted her path, adding a zag to her wandering tracks, her change in orientation bringing a darkish figure into her line of sight. Huh. How long had they been there?

Blinking, she did her best to focus. Well, they weren't running at her and this particular area didn't seem very lively -- a nearby pack would certainly have had enough foot traffic to cause all kinds of scents to waft across this place -- so it might be her only chance to get some form of directions. She did rather hope that distant wolf wasn't a complete stranger like her, that'd be just her luck. Actually, her luck might be they'd turn out to be someone not-so-friendly and she'd have to bluff her way out of trouble. She adjusted her path again, heading towards the figure a few steps before calling, Hello? Her voice cracked slightly -- yeah, water would be good.