Cedar Sweep pulling stars

Along the riverbank did she follow, as the stream felt endless as Miriam's paws continued forward, feeling in a daze as she hasn't stopped for a few hours. Slow movement, like a snail, head hung down low as thoughts come in a dissaray. What a beautiful cedar, her mind commented, but fell flat as a reflection was caught along the riverbank. She stared back, at the silver-dead eyes, she couldn't see any emotion upon her own face, a doll, was she?

A hint of sickness, she felt a sting in her heart, as the dear maiden missed her home just a bit. The riverbank and cedars hanging low reminded her faintly of the one near her own Orchid, and how she missed it. Oh what beauty, it reminded her just lightly of home. A sad look peered out, as Miriam faintly smiled.

this looked lonely!

Trees were dull; Mavis had come to that conclusion after a few hours of steady trekking through the forest. Or maybe she just had an exceptionally short attention span. She'd been following the river for a while because surely water meant food, but unfortunately she could spot nothing easy. No crabs, no carrion, no stinky dead things. Unlike any fresh water they had on the islands, this one only had bullet-speed little silver fish which were definitely too fast for the pirate girl to catch. Mavis had learned that the hard way already (and no, we're not gonna talk about that).

Her stomach grumbled a complaint.

Shit shit this was definitely a bad idea. But she needed food. Mavis emerged from between two particularly densely folaiged trees and out into a clearing, where she stopped in her tracks. Congrats, you played yourself. "Well, you're definitely not a tree," she mused to the silver wolf ahead of her, her hind-quarters still part bramble bush. Stupid, stupid.

bless

She had felt the hairs crawl upwards in a warning, as Miriam's long ears could hear the sound of others rustling behind. Her legs felt ready to jump, like a rabbit caught in the bright. She did not know how to fight- the bare minimum as the Earls gave short lessons, but combat was their speciality, it was not needed for Maidens, such as herself to learn. She had wished, she asked more, if she knew she was to abandon her motherland, then she would've be more cautious to bring more battle-ready arts with herself.

'"Well, you're definitely not a tree,' though a non-hostile voice rang out. More of a wild one she felt they hinted, and thus she relaxed, just a bit. Cautious though, on seeing the smaller, but muscular wolf compared to herself. She seemed smaller then Miriam, but far more war-ready, it intimidated her, "I'm afraid not," she whispered out nervously, but stuck out her nerves, "Hello, do you need anything miss?" Surely one such as herself, came looking for something.