June 15, 2016, 07:56 AM
By rights, she should be dead by now. Cypher knows this, and she's grateful for the strong current of resilience that seems to flow in her veins; thanks, daddy dearest, for this streak of wanderlust and determination to survive it. She wonders, for a moment, if he's ever lived through a famine. She should have paid more mind to his stories.
She's hungry, perhaps more than usual, but she's had enough small game to keep her going. If things are no better to the east, and if game's returning, she thinks it's time to go back the way she came. Thanks, Wilds, but no thanks. Your hospitality has been noted and found wanting.
Cypher slips away the way she'd come, through the woods in the west.
She's hungry, perhaps more than usual, but she's had enough small game to keep her going. If things are no better to the east, and if game's returning, she thinks it's time to go back the way she came. Thanks, Wilds, but no thanks. Your hospitality has been noted and found wanting.
Cypher slips away the way she'd come, through the woods in the west.