Swiftcurrent Creek blank open eyes watch the moonflower bloom

@Akavir @Arric *waves* figured now would be as good a time as any!!

 

Wren is exhausted. 
An ice pick drills through the side of her skull, the high-pitched ringing of her ears the only force that keeps her moving. Days of non-stop travel through unfamiliar lands, high elevation and unsteady paths waging a war against a thinning body. Her only guidance having been Colt's directions and the silhouettes of strsngers, the memories they leave behind in uncharted lands. But she has arrived. There is a pack here, one whose scent she had been following for miles, and for once, she has a good feeling about it.
Warm brown eyes drink in the scenery as a calloused paw reaches out towards the rocky edge of the river. There are smells on the wind of men and women that make her stomach turn, warm and uneasy as the bile sits at the back of her throat. 
This better work.