Honeyed Pasture I Can Go the Distance

As the pale wolf trotted off, Saraneth gave up on tending to her paws. Her mouth far too dry to do much help, so she turned her attention to licking the dew from the grass. The action barely much help, but atleast it soothed some of the discomfort. Time, it seemed, moved different for Saraneth. As she gazed absently before her, hours ticked by and the gentle stirring of brush drew her attention once more. 

Weakness left her subdued. If this was the empire, perhaps now the dark female would be fine with her fate. A fallen queen, a widow, a childless mother, what next?

A slave?

A corpse?

It mattered not anymore. What use was she in this condition anway? Fighting ever pitiful instict to flee and survive. 

The sky had gone dark and the silver wolf had yet to return. Saraneth mentall scoffed at the thought of being abandonned yet again. It had not been the first time. Mistakes of her youth be damned, she merely for a moment pondered what the cause for this would have been. Had her silence offended the other wolf? But in the end it mattered not, near mad and half starved-- she must have been too much of a burden. Though she supposed starving to death was not the worst of fates. Not when it came to the rumors of the Empire-- 

Pale paws drew the dark wolf from her musings, as did the now familar gentle tone of her new found aquaintance. To Saraneth's surprise the pale wolf had returned. Briefly she caught scent of a sweet herbal scent, the kind which turned her golden gaze in that direction. the question drew saraneth's focus from the plant to the wolf and the female could not help but soften, realxing in apriciation with a weak smile. 

"please--" her voice cracked from disuse and she winced. "I'm not as capable as I would be in better circumstances"