Deepwood Weald if i cut my hair, hawaii will sink

Can we please rest?

West doesn’t slow down at first. She looks to the ground and how her paws moved for her. There isn’t time to rest, she knows, but the plea in the other’s voice makes her realize they won’t get very far if they don’t. At least not together. The woman releases a huff of breath as she slows to a stop and turns to face the girl. As if she waved a paw in exasperation, she hurriedly announces “yeah, yeah.”

They could be going in circles for all she knows as everything begins to look the same after a while. The best she can hope for is they’d been going in as much of a straight line as they can so they have to come out at some point. She can see the sun peeking through the sky above them, illuminating the areas below as the only indication that it’s still day time. She turns a little to make herself comfortable, lowering to the plush foliage below and settles in for a little while. When hunger hits, perhaps she’ll go find something, and she frowns at the thought.

Libeccio should be here.