Bonesplinter Ravine no man is an island entire of itself

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Brook had failed to rejoin Tortuga, and she had spent the past several months wandering. Now, she'd found herself back in the Teekon Wilds, the place that had been her home twice before, if only ever-so-briefly. Nothing about her life gave her any particular joy, and she had been in that rut of depression and apathy for quite some time. In fact, it was for that reason she was standing at the top of the ravine, looking down into its depths and contemplating just getting it over with. A life like this was not worth living, was it?

As fate would have it, she spotted movement among the bones that scattered the bottom of the ravine, and Brook blinked a few times to make sure she wasn't imagining things. Not because she recognized him, but because he looked like a dead wolf walking. Brook watched from atop her perch, deciding to put off her death for another day.