Swiftcurrent Creek a year from now we'll all be gone

@Xynien For Alessia

It was not difficult to track down Myrren, as her constant retching left a trail detailing her every position. 

Myrren was still vomiting a lot, clearly. It was a bad time for Rue to leave. Rue didn't know if there were any other wolves in the Creek who knew anything about medicine, and if there were-- would they even offer any help to Myrren? Although Constantine and Soltero had been kind enough, the Creek subordinates (read: the Creek females) had been something less than entirely gracious and welcoming. It was an environment that was quickly turning toxic, if it wasn't already, and every self-preservation instinct Rue possessed was pressing her to get out now, while she had a good offer on the table. 

Rue had relatively few ties here in the Creek, but those she had were important to her... especially Myrren, who didn't really seem to have anyone else. Rue sorely wished that she could bring Myrren with her to Diaspora, but of course her pregnant state would bar her entry. Myrren had made her bed here and would now have to lie in it. Logically, Rue knew that it was not her responsbility to remain in a place where she felt unwanted and suffer for the mistakes of others, but even so her heart screamed that she was abandoning Myrren in the time that soon-to-be mother needed her most. 

"Myrren?" Rue called out quitely, eyes capturing a dark silhouette in the trees ahead.