Blackfoot Forest prism

The going was slow, but Opalia had worked her way over the Sunspire range in the last day, leaving the scent of Moonspear well behind her by now. Often, she thought about what Saarthal had told her--to take the time to grieve. She wondered if this was what this could be called. Sometimes, she felt like she only wandered lost in a miserable haze yet in other distinct moments, the overpowering clarity could cut her to the bone. She was feeling the fatigue of it, whatever it was, but still would search.. even if her trails always felt too many steps behind, or too vague. It was still something, so she kept going.

After a relatively restful night spent trying to recharge at the base of a foreign, squat mountain, the gona set off towards the forests in the flatlands with the first sign of morning light. Although she had to be careful of such unfamiliar places, hunger pinched at her belly, so her eyes were sharp for something to do about that. Thankfully, just into the cover of the woodlot, she smelled rabbit and stalked over the hills right into reward of her first fresh blood of the day.

She found a bit of cover and settled, panting to catch her breath while a suspicious glance accompanied her every move. As the squealing stopped, she ripped into her fresh kill and ate quickly--all so she could get back on the move soon with the entirety of some unfamiliar forest and beyond ahead of her. It was best she not stall long with blood on the wind while feeling so far from home. At least she made short work of that, then picked her heading at whim: aimed mostly south but a bit towards the morning sun too when the trees allowed.

By now, she had lost track of the days anyway.