Great Bear Wilderness The pain beneath my scarred visage

The feverish brute stood, limbs trembling as he hallucinated. He muttered something about water, before he fell again, fighting the darkness of unconsciousness. Meldresi did not have water; wet moss and dried herbs did not too well together. Instead, the priestess snatched the last bit of dry moss she had and ran to the nearest water source she was aware of.

It took her a few minutes to run to the stream, soak the moss and collect other mosses to soak, but it took long enough that it worried her. Would Sitri have died by the time she got back? The dark furred female raced back, water splattering into her face as she ran.