Blackfoot Forest red sky at morning

If nothing else, she had supper. Sure, maybe it was raining (pouring) and she was unfamiliar with the lands (lost) and she had no idea where to find shelter (homeless), but at least she had supper (a snack). Mikasa clutched the tiny bird in her mouth tightly as if it would spring back to life at any moment. Unlikely given the fact she'd punctured several organs when she'd chomped into it, but knowing her luck there was absolutely a chance it would be greeting the morning sun with its song.

She gripped it just a bit tighter, feeling the thin stream of blood slipping into her mouth. Not today, bird. No necromancy for you.

Mikasa wasn't a particularly large wolf, nor was she necessarily small, so when she came across a rotting log, she hesitated. Could she fit? Only one way to find out, she supposed. The shadowy wolf hunkered down and crawled her way into the opening, wiggling and shimmying and doing everything within her power to get inside where it was at least marginally more dry. Not much for space, but she strangely enjoyed the feeling of walls closing in. It made her feel… secure, somehow, and not at all afraid.

So far, so good. Mikasa was nearly there when she felt her hips catch, damnit. She groaned in annoyance and gave a few quick tugs, trying to squeeze herself inside and falling just short. Although she wanted to be dry, she didn't want to half-ass it and leave… well, half her ass out in the rain. Time to move on, find somewhere else to shelter for the time being.

The issue came when she tried to backpedal and found she couldn't move in reverse, either. She kicked and squirmed but only ended up making tracks in the mud before finally barking an annoyed: "damnit!" into the otherwise peaceful night.

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@Sovereign so sorry, work got unexpectedly busy! ;o;