Broken Antler Fen spindledown

hand waving bc WANT

She hadn't been back long and was planning on heading back for perhaps one more pass, but she felt driven to check in on Brecheliant.  They'd stayed in the Bramblepoint a while but found few survivors in their trips to the mountain.  Only the Glen wolves, really.

She was a medic, detachment came with the territory.  Still, being around a group haunted by something like that ate at you.  The generally cheerful woman was glad to be away from it for a while, it was oppressive no matter how much aggressive positivity you might sling at it.

Life was short.  She'd figured that one out ages ago, and shit like this tended to just make that even clearer.  Bridget stopped near the border and stretched, then let out a wide yawn, before she set off to find Teya.  It had been a bit since she'd been around to check in on her and she could really, really use a friendly (and not utterly depressing) interaction.