Totoka River let it spill quietly from your hands

Wednesday trailed the length of the river, thinking on her injuries and wondering if she ought to press her luck and do what she could to plunder the stores of some (other) nearby pack. She was a woman spurred on by impulse. One could only imagine her potential if she put her energies into something more productive rather than destructive, but Wednesday was all for deconstructing when it came down to it. She built things up solely to topple things down.

She had, hours ago, come from the island. She was not headed back to it yet, either, seeing as the inlet had not yet returned. There was plenty of time to waste. Having nothing to do, she thought she ought to perhaps hunt for something to do.

Opportunity struck at random. Wednesday did not know the other was out investigating anything, but as they were present Wednesday had decided her next victim. She approached the other boldly, but did not posture or behave as though she was anything but curious. It was true, of course she was curious—but to add on to that, there was something more malevolent at play here.