Meadowlark Prairie baby, you wouldn't last a minute on the creek

West feels as lost as ever, knowing this will not replace her memory. Weighed down by withdrawal has taken more out of her than she'd bargained for but the worst of it is over. Her joints still ache when she walks but her head is clear enough that she's sure she can return to the caldera without much problem. She glances over her immediate surroundings with a sigh, back pedaling a step or two to return the way she'd came. The spring may offer better days once the sun has melted and dried up the snow.

The smell of another catches her attention and the faint crunching of snow, but their distance seems far enough off she has yet to worry. The back of her neck pinches and she stiffens, careful not to make too much sound as she begins her departure.