Verdant Basin as ye sow, so shall ye reep

am rusty, sorry

Cold and hungry. Both were a constant companion to the young girl over the winter. As if having to survive on scraps, scavenging from others and otherwise being a nuisance wasn't bad enough, the consistent snowfall was nothing if not a grim reminder of her poor choices in life so far. 

This time she found herself wandering back into a vaguely familiar territory, one she knew to be often filled with others of her species. Having nowhere particular to go, the young girl found herself merely travelling the path of least resistance, a small downhill stream that led to, what she hoped, was a source of water, if not food. Whilst approaching the basin, she managed to spy another, seemingly wandering in the cold. Confident she hadn't accidentally trespassed a border, the young girl continued her slow walk. Should she need to defend herself she could, and besides, she wasn't about to let the mere existence of some stranger prevent her free travel.