Thunder Dome Fools Rush in

The storm was slowing. It no longer wailed and screamed around her. At her paws was a half eaten bat. A little gamey, it was strange to look at creatures like that. They looked like little fuzzy puppies and if she wasn't careful that mother's heart that was filled to the brim with hate and steel, and that small little tenderness, wouldn't have been able to eat em.

But survival was something she was good at, and she would be absolutely damned if she didn't get some tender care here in this godforsaken place. Her body hurt, her soul hurt, but she was getting better slowly as the days moved and she wasn't forcing herself to march. She'd be out to find Colt and the others eventually, but right now. This silent existence she was liking it just fine.