The Sentinels some used your na[m]e for glory, some used it for their gain

She had been gone for a while, through no fault of her own. Wednesday had aspired to return early, but her injury had become infected and caused her to fall sick on her journey home. So sick that she could scarcely move. A kind loner had patched her up to good health; but that kind loner was nowhere to be found anymore. Well, food was food, and she had nearly starved with the scraps the healer had given her.

Wednesday was as good as new. Better, perhaps. But she could not return to Ferahgo empty-handed... nor her lady-love, who she had thought of with every passing second. Wednesday would not ever abandon her; and as Springtime approached, she remembered the getaway Erz had told her of. Wednesday knew there were girls here, could smell them! And so she would deliver something to her life, her love. And would show Ferahgo she had an eye for treasure, too.

The wind was in her favor. But it seemed to change and Wednesday stood at the borderline. Her angle was different this time. The bulldozer debated what approach might be best; to spring in, guns blazing, as she had the last time... or to act natural. Well, a hideous mug like hers could not blend very well, could it?

So she opted for the middle-ground. She kept her head low, and her pace average. The cub was certainly nowhere near her now at the borders... And so she had to move deeper. She grit her teeth; this would be a suicide mission if she was seen, caught, noted. She was hardly lucky, but the one thing she had was the wind on her side. Only this would mask her presence for any short measure of time. Wednesday moved into the wood, the forest protesting her presence in any way it could.

For when she felt she had checked her step, beneath her was suddenly a branch that snapped and echoed! Wednesday would freeze, and none would be near, yet, but perhaps one had heard... No movement. Another step that she was certain she had made sure to not step on something and beneath her, another branch! And as she looked up and stepped forward, she was slapped in the face by them. It fueled her; she hated this place, and she would have one or all of the daughters it coveted, it kept!