Bitterroot Valley a green truck hummed low

"Ah....I suppose you're right. I can't treat the others if I'm in no such state to do so..." Cynefrid had been so preoccupied with the reassemblence of the rest of Kingslend that the limp in her leg had still gone untreated — how irresponsible. Friede was right. There was no way she'd go far with an injury such as this, ecspecially if it got infected.

'Have you seen anyone?' 
a look of melancholic despondency crossed the damsel's features when Friede asked the same question that crossed her mind. Seems as though her search for the rest of the pack was going to be more trying than expected. "I'm afraid not...you're the only one I've encountered ever since the fire, dear. Though I'm guessing that means you haven't found anyone else either...." Cyne's voice audibly trailed off in the midst of her dissapointment. There was no way the High Elk only sent Cynefrid & Friede to these lands — it just didn't add up. But there was only one way to find out where the others were: "Let's try splitting up in order to find the others. Since we both found ourselves in this very same area, it shouldn't be too hard to find you again if all else fails, right?" After all, there was no smoke to mask Friede's nor any other's scent trail like there was several weeks ago. The plan was simple: Search for the others and stop every now and clean her wound to slow down the infection. That way, Cyne could have more time to focus on the patients she encounters.

Yo sorry if this kinda sucks since I was trying to figure out what to write next T^T