Honeyed Pasture I Can Go the Distance

She wasnt sure how long she had been walking. Time seemed to blur and blend together. Day, night, it did not matter, she hardly noticed the sun setting or rising as the dark she-wolf kept her head down, golden gaze trained firmly to the space between her paws. All that kept her going was the bone numbing exhaustion that reminded her she was alive-- that she was whole. and it was that very mantra that kept the voices away. 

kept the guilt from eating her inside as hunger consumed her essance. When had she last hunted? Saraneth could not remember. She would not let herself think back, if she did she was done for. She would get lost once again in the agony that her life had been to this point and she could not afford to give up.

Not yet.

Not now. 

So she kept pushing on; her small paws heavy on the beaten earth. Step by step.