Broken Antler Fen mr. worldwide to infinity

aw, but preferably a coyote to start with owo

Where was she? María José had been travelling a suspiciously long amount of time and things only got worse. All she had wanted was a little adventure- but the cityscape and busy world of L.A. had faded long behind her. Yeah, this place was crazy feral. No thanks. 

She cast a longing glance in the direction behind her. It was too late to go home. A little vacation to Seattle would've been nice, but she had taken a wrong turn somewhere, and ended up in this dump. "Dios mío, María, ¿qué has hecho?" María sighed out loud to herself in frustration. She doubted she would even last long here- thinking of the stories of the beasts of the wild. And hunting- oh, how could she hunt anything large? She was used to hunting rats and eating from the In-N-Out dumpster whatever scraps she could find. Curling up in the snow, her eyes glistened with tears, thinking her death would be soon out here.