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

It is quiet for a moment, both women apart from each other, chests heaving and straining for breath. Her lungs still ache from the wind being knocked out of her but it’s getting easier to breath despite how strained and exhausted she is in that moment. Her head hangs low to protect her neck and she stares with hardened emerald green eyes. The woman lunges and West retracts several steps back to try and avoid it, not realizing she wouldn’t have been close anyway, but the word run is clear enough. Not being a woman to needlessly fight, she’d take the opportunity to remain intact any day and the cackling laugh of the mad woman sends a shiver down her spine.

She doesn’t need any more motivation than that.

With everything she has in her being and through every painful jolt to her body, West runs.