Blackwater Islands gave myself in that misty light

going to be vague on if this happens before or after the other thread!

Bridget didn't mean to stay out this long, but as she set more goalposts, after a while she would occasionally forget that the trip back was a thing. She sat down with a heavy thump, taking care to avoid knocking the healing wound, and took a moment to catch her breath. Whooo. Alright, then.

This whole talking to herself was going to become a habit, wasn't it? She smiled, but the expression abruptly disappeared when she noticed something nearby. Was that.... yes. That was a wolf.

Oh, hey!! Hey, are you alright?! Whoever it was, they didn't look it. She'd thought they were dead at first, but she felt icy relief seeing their sides move with breath. The last thing she needed to find today was a corpse. (The last thing she ever needed to find, I mean, seriously).

She managed to hop over, in her ungainly way, and stopped short only a length or two away. From there she stared at her with concern, wanting to come closer but unwilling to infringe on her space immediately if she wasn't welcome.