Bitterroot Valley Oh, it's you.

@Friede

She did not want to think about it and yet, she found herself thinking about it. It was hard not to when every step had been accented with pain, and now of all things, a limp. How embarrassing, at least the boys were not hear to see her like this or even Friede. She liked the girl, they both had a common goal in life but sometimes she was a bit much. The usually chipper girl scoffed as she could practically hear her voice and the ridicule that would follow, how much she looked like a poor injured deer.

Shaking her head she limped forward, hissing at how the wet grass stung her burned paw. From fire she came, to water. Ruby eyes fluttered as she looked up at the roiling clouds, a break in the rain had come but she had to find shelter before the next downpour came. There was no doubt the white witch had survived if this was the weather, this thought faded when she eyed the beautiful flowers at her feet. Oh, this was a field blessed by the High Elk! It had to be for it to be this beautiful, a sign she was headed the right way!