Heron Lake Plateau [expletive deleted]

Bat felt like a piece of shit: nearly the instant she felt capable of it, she left Lost Creek Hollow without a word of thanks or farewell. (To be fair, she still couldn't speak, although that wasn't really an excuse.) She began the westward trek, only partly certain she was going in the right direction. Fortunately, her sharply honed navigational skills remained intact and, in a matter of days, Bat found herself in vaguely familiar territory.

By the time she actually reached the plateau, she was definitely running on fumes. The reserves of strength she'd managed to build during her brief stay at the hollow were gone and she was about half dead all over again. With her final burst of strength, she dragged her sorry carcass up the northern slope and opened her mouth to call for @Tegan. Of course, nothing came out but a dry rasp.