Blackfeather Woods Wicked sitar rift

The constant travel and no food, and Qiliq’s lack of concept in time, makes for a rather unhappy girl. Tired and weary, even though she’s not putting forth a lot of efforts, has shown. She is cold more often than not, despite the temperatures of their days, and her hunger leaves her crying a lot of time. In the sleeper hold by the scruff, her limbs flail once in a while and her squeaks, turned hoarse, often come out in silence.

Once more she is sat down on the ground, between his paws, and her tired legs move forward to wander away until she could find something that would satisfy. There is no destination, other than the thought, and she’d walk herself to death in search. The large wolf keeps her in place between his feet and she reminds there, grumpy and weakened, until she hears the voice of another, this time a little softer.

The girl looks up and her eyes widen with surprise. Finally, she acknowledges, and tries to take a few more steps forward. Finally she’d been returned to the source that kept her warm and fed and happy and she attempts a few steps in the dark female’s direction, oblivious to the presence of another.