Qeya River Sticks and stones

@Thuringwethil :0

Somehow, either by her own volition or with help from another, she managed to snap her shoulder back into its (somewhat) correct position.  And determining that she'd had quite enough of the mountains and their hellish drop offs, Rosalyn limped her way north.

it was days before she came upon the river, a good many at her slow pace.  She wasn't aware of the fact that she probably shouldn't be walking, instead letting it heal, but she was aware it hurt like hell.  Yet she couldn't stop, not yet.  To eat was to live and prey wasn't just going to run into her paws.

When she found the half-decayed turtle on the bank, she wrinkled her nose for a second, if that, before awkwardly hobbling to the thing and sitting down overtop it.  Beggars couldn't be choosers, so she set about trying to gnaw her way through the shell.  There was still good meat inside, good enough at least.