Phantom Hollow he bears that weight alone

she is entirely unable to remain still; her ire growing sharp and prickly when she rests too long. when she leaves the mountain once more, she tells herself it is to hunt. it feels, suddenly, starkly similar to that first time she'd left all those months ago and fallen prey to the sickness; immediately, she hates herself for leaving but can not go back. 

the sound of heavy footfalls behind her has her twist, narrowed eyes finding the rather unappealing figure of the man who's path runs parallel to her own. he's still a ways off, but she strides toward him none the less, hackles bristling as she delivers a stiff, "what do you want?"