The Heartwood Running down the halls

Tryna keep vague, set after this thread

 

Slower. She panted heavily as she weaved through the scarred sentinels. Her breath clouded before her as she picked her way through the remains. All life was decimated from the woods, first from fire then by the bone-chilling snow. Her ears pricked. The quietness seemed to radiate around her in pulsing waves. Her head hurt.

Looking around, she wondered if there was a stream nearby. Whatever, she snapped up some snow hidden in the shade and continued. She was feeling a bit better, her heart was slowing and her muscles didn't feel like they were on fire anymore. Her throat still hurt, as did her lungs. The female wasn't about to admit she was nearing the end of her prime. Aw hell no, she wouldn't admit it until she was beat and down...she was beat today. Hard. Shit...Flicker looked to the sky and wondered what her future would be. She wasn't old by any means, just slower. Perhaps she'd have to get out more.