Meadowlark Prairie XXXV

Past the fresh water, they travelled toward the Southern lands, the mountain range passing further and further from view until a new crest of mountains approached. What looked like a cropped volcano loomed across the plains. Consumed by the respiratory illness, Lilia woefully trudged with the rest of the band, a faint rattle to her breath and a vacant stare to her expression. 

She had no apatite but her body hungered, weakened by travel. Any fat stores she'd had were being used up, and her body remembered now what starvation had felt like. This time, however, she did not want for food. She wanted rest. 

Augur indicated that they should hunt. Short on breath, Lilia parked herself in the snow and stared out across the snow-covered plains. She needed a break before she could make herself hunt something that would inevitably flee.