Snowforest Taiga and, oh, that heart; it loves as harshly as the sun burns

Today was weird-- and not a good weird, either. She'd not been so hot anymore, thankfully, but now she just felt sick. She woke up nauseous and patrolled nauseous and then went to sleep with a massive headache. It'd happened the past three days, and she couldn't fucking take it anymore. Illness was never an option for the large Vicar. It was a sign of weakness and meant she was not fully prepared for battle. While medicine was always available, she preferred to walk it off. So she did. 

She wandered from the territory after a patrol, trying her hardest to hold down whatever food she'd eaten-- failing once along the way. It was stupid, no one else in the grotto was sick, where the fuck did she pick it up from? Regardless, she kept walking.

She wasn't completely positive where she was, but she knew the way home. She'd walked mostly in a straight line, so navigation wouldn't be an issue. It was when she was thinking about turning around when she spotted the dark coat of a rather large female she had met not too long ago... though her name slipped right from her tongue-- had she ever been told the name?

"Hey!!" she calls brightly, hoping to grab the woman's attention. "Hey!! uh-- ma'am!" she barks again, tail wagging.