Sunset Valley don't turn off the lights

distantly, saarthal wondered if she was going to die. well, of course she was going to die - that was  the deal, wasn't it? you get to live a somewhat mediocre life on this somewhat mediocre planet for a number of mediocre years and then you die. pretty sweet deal, really. but that wasn't what saarthal was thinking about. rather, it was the fact that it was winter and she was back here, in a place she recognised only dimly - or she tried to convince herself, anyway - and was utterly alone. 

but before saarthal had time to entertain those thoughts, a sharp voice rang through the air. saarth started considerably and nearly tripped over some root in the ground (likely an imaginary one - saarthal could trip over air if she wanted to). "shit-" she swallowed a further string of expletives, not wishing particularly to look bad in front the first wolf she'd met in days. instead, saarth turned around, checked out the girl and allowed a lopsided grin to grace her mouth, "sorry - you scared me."