Whitefish River Very scary doll

@Genie - takes place on the 27th, late midday

In Neverwinter Forest she awoke, flustered and on her own. Pine needles poked the parts of her that touched the ground and some were stuck on her face. Was it morning already? It sure didn't feel like it, but she cared little for it as she stretched and shook the needles from her charcoal pelt. She couldn't believe it was her third day alone already, but at this rate she'd be home before winter was even close to killing all they knew. It would be her second winter, one she'd easily survive if she came home on time, but still. Summer was the time to be alive and play, and what was winter in comparison to that? She plucked some stray needles from her pelt before wandering out the forest that seemed so very well hidden from the rest of the flatlands. Chusi would swear it was a perfect place for a pack to settle down at, but others seemed to think differently. No smell - no trace of a stranger having passed by in a while. Nothing was keeping her there, that was for certain.

Her graceful legs carried her onward, nose distracted and wrinkling at the smell of something foul. It was not soon before mist concealed her and she nearly fell in a hot spring. The grass between the broken stones was perfect padding for her sore feet, but the smell kept her far from the steaming pools and farther toward what she knew were mountains. It were the very mountains she was promised to conquer one day. Tomorrow she'd do it, but for now she was good on the ground. She was planning to set up camp near a river she was sure to come from somewhere on the mountain, and it revealed itself just as she got out of the smelling fumes of the hotsprings. She wouldn't have called it a forest nor shelter, but it would do for now. She kept on the flatlands' side of the river, not wanting to cross it until tomorrow, and instead started a small hunt.

After two hours or so, two plump rabbits hung betwixt her teeth and she carried them to her resting spot for the evening. Since it wasn't yet dark and clearly not evening yet, she decided to go fishing. It was good she settled near the river, for whitefish and chub could be found very easily and she was able to catch three even before evening. She took a drink and placed her kills on a pile where she knew would be a good sleeping spot. And there she waited for the stars, or something else interesting enough to get her to not eat her dinner.