Firestone Hot Springs weary traveler, broken spirit

Just as Sorrel has suspected, the boy knew of a pack nearby with a healer who could potentially help to save her life. At this point, if she remained in her current state, she wouldn't make it through the winter and she knew that quite well. Every slip she made, every sprain she felt, every twinge of hunger or exhaustion was more of a reminder than the yearling needed. Okay, she said, taking a step forward with a hop of her hindleg. Help? Sorrel had made up her mind to go, but she needed him at her side rather than leading the way so that she would be able to keep herself upright.