Ravensblood Forest Let your walls down

She should have stayed, but pride pushed her on.  Where was she heading now?  This wasn't the forest she'd been in and it felt as if days had passed since she'd last stumbled upon water.  Her sense of time was fucked - even she knew that likely wasn't the truth of it.  She hardly cared.

She'd always quietly scoffed at wolves who seemed to fear death, but it stung a bit, thinking this might be the thing that did her in.  At first she'd gotten a taste of that same panic, but as she grew more tired, the whole thing had become a bit of a joke; maybe today would finally be the day she keeled over.  In the end it never was.

At this point, she was on borrowed time.  A lame wolf without a pack, no reliable food, and a lingering sickness.  She'd found no packs, nor any others to follow.

She weaved an unsteady path through the trees, stopping frequently.  The sun was high but the air was thankfully cold, yet still she burned beneath her heavy fur.  What was that scent?  Bridget stopped again for the twentieth time and took a testing inhale, swaying on three grounded limbs.  It wasn't familiar and, hazily, she was beginning to piece together that she was nowhere near Brecheliant.  Where the fuck was she?

I'm gonna start rolling for her I think.  Realistically, unless she finds a pack to take her in, it makes a lot of sense <3