Blackfoot Forest to make war with The Holy Ones

forward-dating this a little because idk how much time i'll have to get these travel threads started. this is the last one, her arrival. open to anyone from rosings obvs because shes technically trespassing; but characters should assume she was on an extended trip north looking for supplies.

her call in to the night had faded hours ago, and she had rested - not slept, not with the hunger in the pit of her stomach kicking her awake at every pulse - and once the dawn cracked across the world, she was up and roaming again. it did not take her long at all to cross the meadow; then again, hosannah was weary, and she did not know how much time passed nor how spry her steps became. she was desperate to return to them, the rose wolves.

yet as hosannah crossed the threshold in to the darkness of the forest, she wondered how she would be received. would there be any souls left to greet her? would they see through her trick, know of her relocation? her loyalty still lay with @Aaron and with @Liri, her fondness for them causing her to return so hastily. yet she had thrown herself to the helm of a rival pack — and so far removed from here!

it was a mess. yet the red woman could not admit to it. she could still use them, and she could still repay them for their kindnesses to her. with a sigh the woman sank to her haunches along the outskirts, too tired to move forward. she looked much like her old self back when aaron had initially found her, feeble, in pain, alone. as she sat, she wondered what she would tell them.