Hushed Willows blue, green, or black; smooth or mountainous; that ocean is not silent

dated to the 17th - AW

she comes here for she does not know who among Rusalka to trust, nor does she wish in any way to expose what ails her. she herself does not know it, only that ignoring the early nausea has not stopped the progression of whatever slow illness sinks its claws into her. this time she doesn't call, nor does she bring the gift of prey she'd brought last. there is a constant hunger now that demands to be obeyed in a manner quite unlike the familiar hunger she had known as a wanderer, and the feeble fowl she'd caught had vanished shortly down her maw. she will search for her mother in silence, some part of her almost wishing she were away so that she may go on ignoring whatever ails her. 

but her search for @Olive is persistent and follows loosely the trail they had walked the last time they had been together. hunger begins its incessant keening again, and the woman's ears flick in irritation. with new grasp on her place in the pack, she can not afford weakness and the potential for the northern boy to take back his former place. it is hers won fairly and she will not let it slip. pausing, she notes the freshness of her mother's scent here, and calls softly lest she be nearby. stilling, she waits.