Bramblepoint every spear and ax

Saarthal was beginning to think there was truly something wrong with her. Every time she attempted to settle down, build meaningful relationships, find a home, something - always something, always inevitable - would disrupt the proceedings and she would be left, well, like she was now. Wandering, maybe just a bit out of her mind (but to be honest, when wasn't she?), and wondering why she remained trapped in this cycle. Right. This probably meant she just had to leave and find somewhere new, right? Or, maybe that was the problem. She never stayed long enough. Actually, you know what? Fuck that. Fuck everything. Whatever. God, I need some poppy seeds or some other shit. Fuck.

Where was she? Right. It didn't matter because nothing mattered and so she could just do whatever she wanted and eat whatever she wanted and even if there was clearly a scent of another wolf nearby and they could potentially be hostile or a cannibal and eat her alive, none of it mattered, none of it mattered and that was why she aligned her path so that in a mere few moments (the stench of wolf becoming stronger and stronger) the stranger would crash right into her. Or, you know, just stop politely in front of her. Same thing.