Bitterroot Valley watching as i fall

I haven't done this in forever. Please forgive any rustiness.

Even this far from the coast, Eilidh could smell the salted wind, carrying scents of decaying fish and seaweed on its back. Her heart ached for the life she once had here, many moons ago when she was only a child. Her parents, both beloved in their time, had long ago passed, and it was truly the loss of her father that drove Eilidh out of these wilds. But now, years later, she was finally returning home.

Coming from the northeast, she entered the wilds through the snowforest taiga, a place she knew of in name and scent, but did not know well enough to traverse quickly. Many years ago she had left this way, and now she returned, trudging a vaguely familiar path. The varying scents on the wind mingled so she was unable to pick out any particular scent as familiar. At least she knew, in her heart, that the Sentinels would always be her home. And she knew to get there she would need to find the coast, and head south.

So she moved through the taiga's barren landscape, a ghoul moving like a wraith through the morning mist. Eilidh, once plush and full of life, now drifted through the world as a gangly thing, all baby fat turned into hard muscle and very little fat to speak of. Paired with the haunted look in her emerald eyes, Eilidh's appearance was far from what others might remember.