Broken Antler Fen the anger in her soul

the afternoon is chilly and a thick, heavy fog has lain draped over the fen all day. she's spent some time tracking a few rabbit and fox trails but she is hesitant to hunt them despite that their caches could use it. the big game has disappeared but there are fish still in the lake north of them despite that it's a bit of a walk, but at least the earth has seemed to calm. she almost doesn't trust it but they will figure out the big game situation. they will survive off of scrawny rabbit and fox and fish, she thinks. they have not came this far, fought this hard ...she has not lost blodreina to fail now. to cow beneath the blows of mother nature — nor the potential threat of the pack on the other side of the no-man's-land and lake rodney.

dirge's words come back to her, and she thinks to herself that soon she will need to gather dacio and aleks and pay these beasts a visit ...before they came knocking on roangeda's door. praimfaya cuts through a swatch of fog and gravitates towards the borders with intention of patrolling.