Cedar Sweep quality road

After abandoning the wolf that looked similarly to her brother, Mallaidh wondered around aimlessly. She’d gotten, for the most part, lost on her way back in the fray of upset. The few times she tried to hunt always end in failure and what she’d managed to scavenge only upset her stomach with the taste of spoiled meat ruining her taste buds.
 
The forest of the sweep is familiar to her, at least, and she knows the strath is on the other side. The familiar ache of travel has settled in her bones after a few days and she doesn’t know if she has the energy to press onward. It will be easy to let her limbs buckle beneath her and crash on the ground, sleeping until it is all over. It has been days since she’s been home and she wants nothing more than to go home and nestle her way back into the family bunch once more.
 
The scent of another catches her attention but the girl freezes in place, turning until she sees the soft browns and grays in the distance, but does nothing to make her presence known.