Redhawk Caldera when you walk, walk with pride

He was the first one to ask her here. She didn't enjoy dwelling on the details and, because of that, didn't feel like there was much she needed to talk about. That didn't mean she was correct.

He deserved to know why she was gone, however. She should really have told the story right when she arrived. Bridget nodded and sighed with slight embarrassment. I don't remember many of the details, but I was hunting in the mountains and fell. Someone must have found me and taken me to a pack a ways off. I stayed with them long enough to get back on my feet, but a few of them didn't like me leaving after. They didn't stop me, but they slowed me down.

She glanced at her leg. One of the wounds got infected. I'd be dead if the Druids hadn't taken this, so really it isn't so bad. I should've known better than to let the infection get that bad in the first place. I was just impatient to get home. She shook her head, chuckling lightly at her own mistake. There wasn't much she could have done alone but she could have looked for help sooner. Pushing through instead had cost her a lot more than she bargained on.