Whitefish River guernica

The young flame had slunk away from the group today, her heart craving some much needed downtime. It was exhausting trying to memorize the names and faces of all the newcomers, and Rose had a feeling that even more would soon come. She had not expected Tulip to be among the lost souls that had coincidentally found each other but it was a nice surprise. She was not close to her sister by any means, but it was still comforting to have a familiar face among a group of strangers. 

Stuck in her own mind, Rose had not realized how far she wandered until she came upon the stream. She didn't recognize the area and the fearful thought that she had gotten herself lost quickly rushed into her mind. Well this wasn't good. "Ugh" she mumbled out, looking around for anything that might seem vaguely familiar. Nope, nothing. 

She then turned to rely on her nose. It had always been her strongest sense and she often turned to it when identifying plants. There was the heavy odor of fish in the air as well as an unidentifiable musty smell, but it was the fresh scent of blood that drew her attention. She turned in the direction the smell came from and she carefully made her way in the direction of the new kill. She came upon it while it was unoccupied and Rose, not noticing the approaching hunter, casually strolled towards the strange carcass.