Wapun Meadow 4am

Her pace had slowed considerably, each step felt like she was dragging her paws despite her insistence to keep moving forward. Easthollow was close, she knew the path well and normally would have kept going for a bit longer, but she couldn't hide the relief at Winterbourne's suggestion. A sigh slipped past the Constable's lips as she was quick to sit and rest her legs. That may be for the best. Since leaving the Empire Ira found her nausea lessening, but for a price. She ached everywhere, her pads, her back, her legs, granted part of it was likely from the journey, but a nagging feeling told her this would be her new hell for the oncoming weeks. There are some trees at the edge of the meadow. We can find shelter there.