The Sentinels she learned how to smile with blood in her mouth

The swarm had come and gone and, Wynonna, left in a stupor, is lost and confused. She’d spent the last several days hidden away at the base of the plateau until the majority of it had gone away. In their wake, nothing is left, and her heart lay heavy in her chest and where she plans to spend the rest of her days. A traveler, moving along the coast, would not last long—she has no idea how far and how much the swarm has impacted. Going inland never seems ideal, unless she has to. The ocean could feed her, if she found the right places, but fresh water it could not provide, and when there’s nothing but stretches of flattened shores, inland provides her sustenance.

When she begins her travel again, heading north as she had been, she encounters a barrier she hadn’t expected. It has been a while since she crossed the borders of another pack—there weren’t many that bordered the sea—and so she hesitates in her advance. Wynonna turns her head to the right, considering moving inland, if only to avoid slowing down her potential destination.  She knows it’s not ideal, her chances were slimming with each day, and her stomach threatening her with a rumble she is forced now to ignore. Swallowing the lump in her throat, satisfied in her safe distance from the nearest marker, she lifts her nose and howls.

Come find me.