Big Salmon Lake no hardcore dancing in the living room

@Keelut

In the back of West’s mind, she knew she’d never be fully separated from the poppies. She knew leaving Windsong that she would not have a steady supply and she’d suffered the fate of being away from them. She’d even survived and gotten to the other side with only the needing and wanting her body and mind had for them but she hadn’t felt sick. She’d thought, very briefly, that she could go without them. When Kitsch had found them, presenting them in front of her some time ago, she lost all self-control and fell back into the spiral and she worried she might not have a supply for long. The location the girl had found them did not house many but when she stumbled upon the glen to find a whole section of them, West knew everything would turn around.
 
In the last several days, she’s taken trips from the caldera to the glen but most of the pods are immature and won’t survive re-rooting them so early. She picked a few a few days ago to take back and replant but they’d already begun to wilt and die off. She doesn’t give up, however, and decides to wait until the weather warms up and they grow stronger. For now, she simply makes the trip from one place to the next to keep her mind at ease.
 
As West passes the familiar lake on the other side of the forest, she stops to take a drink. The water is cool, chilling her down to her stomach, and she quenches the thirst that has built up. Her mouth is often dry the last few days and she can't get enough but it doesn't stop her from her work. The ground beneath her is muddy, however, and she loses her footing and finds herself head first into the water. It takes a couple of tries but she writes herself, wetter and muddier than she would have liked, and shakes out her fur. The wind blows and gives her a chill and she trembles more than she had been, pivoting back away from the lake to continue on her path.