Blackfeather Woods galaxies formed from gravity

She nods, perhaps quicker than she intends. She left the tundra with no one at her side and most of her travels remained the same. The occasional loner or much-too-nice pack wolf keeping her company for a little while but she did not stay long. She rested for a few hours and continued on the next morning. Her bones ache and her joints are weary, growing more tired by each night. Now that she has prospects, an opportunity to start somewhere new while still latched on to something familiar, she can feel just how much her feet throb the longer she stands in one spot.
 
“Can I? I do not come emptyhanded in skills,” she says, letting her smile return to her features easily.