Jade Fern Grove Fractals

When she slept, dreams were rare.  There was just this period of blankness then her eyes opened.  Nothing special.  This morning was no exception.  She woke up from where she'd curled herself up at the base of a tree, stood up, shook off the bit of snow that had collected on her pelt, and continued worming her way through the land, heading south towards who knew what.

So far, she hadn't been terribly impressed.  But then again, Treason was Treason, and impressing her was more of a miracle along the lines of walking on water.  There was still a lot of land to wander through, however.  Perhaps something would eventually strike her fancy, however unlikely.  Or maybe some wolf would prove themselves more interesting than a rock.  Ha.  Also unlikely.

As she wandered, she stopped on occasion to investigate for edible things.  The first scent of a hare she came across was too old to bother with, but there was some other rodent traffic that seemed hopeful.  Maybe she'd at least get some breakfast out of this.