Swiftcurrent Creek Gladfly Suite

Open to anyone! Tagging Akavir

She hadn't given up hope, but at a glance the lifeless mound of fur looked defeated. Vystra had been traveling for a few months on her own after becoming lost from her family, and her disheveled appearance was a testament to how well it was going. It wasn't. 

The emaciated girl lay draped over a soggy moss covered log that lay halfway out of the river. The give of the softening wood along with the moss made for a much welcomed respite. After this stop, she had no plans on where to go. She just prayed she would be able to find someone's leftovers soon. 

Her soft pinks fought the urge to close, focusing instead on the silent rushing water. Just as she did the silent chirping birds above and the silent wind that rustled the trees around them.