Bearclaw Valley count it all joy

blondine figured that if she was going to spend the day pitying herself, she ought to move while she did it. no one ever got anywhere sittin' on their behind, and you ain't no different. there was only so much day left. at the very least, she wanted to decide on a direction before evening. 

there distant crunching of snow gave her no alarm and neither did the drifting scent of a stranger. the noise eventually stopped, so she figured that this somebody was nobody to worry about. blondine stomped along her path, huffing and mumbling angry -isms as she went.

to reiterate: blondine was missing an eye. she was blind, and although a year of practice had helped to improve her navigation, the occasional slip-up was unavoidable. for example, crashing into strangers was bound to happen every now and again.

the collision was short. it must've been a tail, or maybe a hock that'd gotten in her way. oh! she called out, then backing away and turning for a wider view, i didn't see you there, mister. blondine hoped that the masked man wouldn't be too upset, as a fight would've put a real damper on her day.