Dragoncrest Cliffs I - declare - BANKRUPTCY!

A face of dark browns and golden eyes; a healer, offering her food. She thought it could be Arielle, at first, and her heart leapt even as her mind knew it couldn't be true. She let her working lid close for a moment, sighed, then opened it again, trying to focus more clearly on the wolf.

Thank you, she murmured. It was a kind gesture, and she knew she needed to build her strength back up—but the smell turned her stomach. It reminded her too much of her own flesh, so recently torn.

She tucked the meat gracefully as she could against her chest, clinging to it as if it were a talisman.

Where am I? Lilitu asked, licking her lips. She hit one fresh cut and sucked in her breath with the pain, tongue retreating much slower than it had appeared. I just. . .came to where wolves were. I've never been around this area before.

Once upon a time, a trip to the sea would have struck her as utterly fanciful. Now, she was living out some kind of horror story—

And why can't I see?!