Heron Lake Plateau Demon Boss

"Sounds fair," Apple agreed and nodded, thinking that her chances were very slim already and that, if other leaders were in any way similar to this girl, then she did not see a point in them coming. She sat down, while waiting, and weighed out her options. Being on her own in the wilds, drifting through life, moments of wakefulness changing with those she could not recall, was a very likely scenario. Perhaps, she would meet another group, or one morning she would fail to wake up, her frozen and lifeless body staying there, until the scavengers did their job an nothing would be left of the Apple Blackthorn's former glory but just white bones scattered around and some tufts of creamy yellow fur. 

If she gained an entry in this group, the things were going to be pretty much the same. With the difference of her not being alone, when she died. The idea of death and leaving this Earth had never felt closer as it did now and for a moment there she thought she caught a glimpse of the bony man with the scythe, standing in the forest behind Rory and her friend, looking at her with it's blue, burning eyes. She jumped a little, blinked and the apparition was gone.