Lake Rodney I can still hear you saying

perhaps @Praimfaya?

 
she was a coward for staying, surely. a coward too for fleeing in the first place. and yet she could not accept that vengeance had been right, and though she hated the idea of having something to prove to him; surely she must. 

each step threatened to crack the numerous scabs that worked over healing wounds; a month before, she'd never had so much as a scratch. but now, bloodied and hungry, she roams the lake's edge. something in the distance catches her attention, she squints and makes out a cluster of carrion birds as they squabble over something by the water's edge. curiosity piqued, and hunger a knife's blade against her throat, she beelines toward the commotion.