Cater to the hollow

Transit thread for Salamander. She was displaced by the storm and is trying to track her packmates to Sawtooth. Who knows if she'll make it? She might join up with HP instead. B)

It had been a long couple of weeks for the red-furred woman, especially when she woke up with more red in her pelt than what was normal. Her face was streaked with mud and blood, and she was dizzy - not to mention sore all over - and the disorientation did not help things. She was too tired to be angry, too tired to even seek shelter on those first few days of the storm's rage; but she had her wits now, more or less (having very few to begin with).

Salamander was still thoroughly disoriented, which would explain why she thought the distant mountains to the east were her mountains, and fought through her pain in order to seek them out. The plains before her were a surprise, a miscalculation, and she was left stranded. She could press on, but.. There were no fields surrounding the Spine. This wasn't right. There were no strong wolf smells either, and they made the fur of her own spine rise up like a tide of flame. No, this wasn't... This wasn't the right direction at all.