The Sentinels our wretched hearts are tangled but our trembling hands won't intertwine

Succesfully rolled a two. She's searching for @Osprey, @Deirdre, or @Emaleth. Anyone else is also welcome.

She returns from her scavenger hunt with an actual prize, finding a water source that gave her a chance to actually fish where she might be fruitful. Wynonna returns with a decent sized indeterminate type of fish between her jaws. It is the first decent thing she's caught since joining the ranks and, with her promise in mind, she crosses back into the territory in search of those she's meant to give up her kill to. The taste is prominent in her mouth and saliva pools around her grasp, wishing to clamp down and devour it for herself but she withstands the urge for the moment. 

Desperately she hopes to find the ones Lasher informed her about. Children, and a heavily pregnant woman (unaware she's already given birth) but she only manages to go in circles. 

Wynonna comes to a spot that seems familiar, where she thinks she slept a few times, and drops the fish. She could deposit it into a cache but, hesitant to do so, she seats herself in front of it and contemplates. If she eats it, no one else would know and she could promise herself time and time again the next one would go to those it's meant for. She heaves a heavy sigh and droops down to pick it up and begins walking again, once more resisting her stomach's cry for food.