Kintla Flatlands Yet I’m still running, still going

her own hunt had taken her from the mountain pass and through the outskirts of a forest (heartwood) before the various scents of game drew her north.
she found bears milling about a river and was tempted to give chase to them, to see if they had caught any salmon; zharille had no patience left to stand around and fish the way the beasts did. in the end she fjorded a crossing.
the scent of rabbits was plentiful.
zharille rarely sought small game; not that she lacked the ability to chase, but oftentimes the payout of meat was not enough to satisfy her stomach.
regardless, zharille had not eaten in many days now and knew she would have to break her fast, and soon, so that her body would be welcoming to her season when it came. the ogre-woman roamed further, oblivious to the fact she was not alone—or, also likely, uncaring and unafraid.