Cedar Sweep runic

This new land was seemingly devoid of humans, which gave Asherah great pleasure. Her entire life had been nothing but a steady retreat, fleeing in fear for her life. She was tired of running, tired of losing those she cared for, though none now remained with her. She was miserable, a lost soul torn apart by the world and left to rot. Within the trees of an unclaimed forest she stared darkly at a stream that ran near silent. She wondered if she should give up, follow the waters to deeper locales and slip beneath the inky blackness to surrender it all. A pale shape darted under the surface and her stomach growled. A sigh escaped her lips and she glanced to the stars.

"What is the purpose," she thought "in all my suffering." Though she toyed with the idea of surrender, she could not allow herself to give over to the dark and unknown. Her mother had died directly for her, her father indirectly. Much blood had stained her path here and to give it up would be insulting to their memory. She could only hope there was something more for her, perhaps she could find a permanent home here. The stink of man was far away, perhaps here she could be less fearful. She rose to her paws, that small ember of hope in her chest blinking weakly. The world had almost defeated this red flame, but it had not burned her out yet. 

She approached the river quietly and waited, watching the silver life flashing before her. With a snap she jerked a single fish up, a medium sized flopping thing. She tossed it down to stun it, then fit fiercely into it's head. She crunched her midnight snack, blissful in this small moment of respite from the pain of the world.