Dragoncrest Cliffs so I shot it down

[table width=80%][tr][td]Koume kept silent on their journey to the other girl's home to safe her strength - or, rather, whatever was left of it. While she was eerily thin, she had only gotten lost for around a few days if her calculations were correct. Honestly, she was believing more and more in her own story; that she had simply hit a rock and had forgotten about her life before the accident. That was good; the more she believed, the more convincing she would sound. That she bore no wounds of the accident was no point; a stern fall on the head could leave only a slight bump and they had no idea how long she had been out there.

At long last did they reach the scent of a border - the same scent entangled in the stranger's pelt that had rubbed off on her the longer they had travelled. The other howled for an audience but Koume wasn't nervous; children had strange rights in this world and she was going to exploit them until there was nothing left.[/tr][/td][/table]