Fairspell Meadow waving through a window

The young woman had spent the last few months alone in the wilds, hoping to avoid any fate that might tie her down. Now all of that was perhaps nearly at an end, and she stepped into new lands in search of better fortunes. First and foremost, she needed to find somewhere to hunt, hopefully somewhere that was safe enough and not claimed by any overly-aggressive pack. Then perhaps she could rest and figure out what to do next.

She waded into the obscuring grasses toward evening, hoping to elude the sun that guarded over the lands, pausing to admire the occasional wildflower that greeted her. Were she any kind of competent herbalist, possibly these would be considered useful, but she simply  passed them by, searching further into the meadow. She would need to tread carefully here, but with luck she could walk in the garden without waking any sleeping beasts.