Blacktail Deer Plateau you said that we can’t go back

saarthal shifted, eyes flicking in an almost panicked manner between max and mallaidh. the latter spoke, and saarth drew her tongue across her lips, ears sliding backwards imperceptibly. "i-" she glanced over at mallaidh though she met her gaze only for a second before looking away again, trying to gauge max's reaction. mallaidh- she didn't really have the guts anymore. "i'm sticking around if, um, you guys aren't going anywhere..." saarthal trailed off. winter was coming soon and the roman, however much of a northerner she was, didn't like her chances of surviving as a loner. the sooner they decided on what to do, the sooner she could make decisions. an uncomfortable sensation crawled down the length of her spine.