Emberwood can't shake the feeling that i'm just bad at healing

Vesper did not materialize.

It was with leaden steps that Blueberry waited for low tide and trudged over the land bridge. Managed to pick up bits and pieces of familiar scents. She'd let @Bronco and @Fennec know that she was going to stay behind for a little while. . .but she'd only managed to hold out—what, a week?

Surviving on mussels pried open with desperate teeth, and the occasional tattered fish that she was able to wrestle away from jabbering sea birds.

The borders were still a bit porous, but definitely there, and she drew a deep breath inward and savored that, at least here, she would not want for company. Blueberry gave a brief howl, announcing that she'd arrived, and then lingered near the fringes of the territory. Her eyes scanned the barren branches, dark limbs stark against a gray winter sky.

This place wasn't too bad—and it would look better when everything wasn't, you know, dead.