Neverwinter Forest lockdown

OOC: Open to anyone!

Her memory was fuzzy. Fragmented. The last thing she remembered was being in the mountains, to the east of this place. With a young stranger by her side. They had been attempting to hunt mountain sheep. Then darkness. 

Had she fallen down the mountainside? Blacked out from stress or over exertion? Or had the thin mountain air been to blame? She came to with a soft groan. Beneath her was not the unforgiving texture of stone, but of soft fir pine needles. The ground was no less cold, in part to frost coating, long sapped of summers warmth. She gathered herself up slowly, surprised to find that her body was miraculously, undamaged. Sore and leaner than before, but intact.

Alone in this strange forest, it didn't take long for her hunger to set in. She soon found a set of fresh tracks belonging to a hare, out to scrounge off the little edible greenery that remained. Malila was inexperienced, reckless and desperate. Without bothering to form even a minimal strategy, she rushed forward. She bolted way too soon, sending her target well out of reach, with moments to spare. To add insult to injury, the ground didn't help much. Clumsily, she slipped on the frost underfoot, knocking her jaw hard as she went tumbling.