Fox's Glade all i've got is instinct

@Taktuq or @Inkeri

she crossed the meadow to the glade, hungry and watchful for life.
her pace had changed; in fact her whole body had become bloated in a way that terrified her. sanja knew on some level what had caused her physical change - that this was a manifestation of her poor decisions - but she couldn't face it. she was in denial.
illness, that was all. illness that would pass.
the scent of fox, thick enough it could drown her by scent alone, prevailed among the trees.
turning sharply to the shadows, sanja dry-heaves in to them.