Verdant Basin We all make mistakes, and we all pay a price.

It was midday when the popcorn-flavored wolf was spotted next; a passing kestrel saw the shifting of a body among the snow as it passed over, slipping soundlessly through the air on its way to its next meal. The wolf was to preoccupied to notice it. Had she, and Bronze might've wondered what she looked like from above.

No, her attention was directed at the massive lake she'd discovered. The shoreline had receded with the onset of winter; where once there was terra firma, now there was ice. It was thick in some places and chipped through in others. She had hoped to find something to eat here, or drink, but was fixated on the surface of the lake rather than the contents within it.

And, to top it all off, Bronze seemed to have lost her mind. She hadn't spoken a word since her arrival in the wilds (namely because she'd been in a fugue state, and that left monumental confusion in its wake) but now, seeing her own reflection staring dully back at her, the girl shared a frown with her mirror-self. Well shit, you look like roadkill, she commented without thinking — and afterwards, it seemed perfectly alright to the wanderer that she was talking to herself.