Lost Creek Hollow am i making you feel sick?

>:D EDITED, attn: @Shadowpaw and @Sparrow !! <3

tirelessly wren tracked the tiny clues left in the mud by her wife.
the soles of her feet ached, and her mouth had never felt so dry. wet mud covered her belly, her limbs. a thick band of tension squeezed at her temples; whether it was from hunger, thirst, sleeplessness, or the pure sense of fear that kept her moving, the songbird could not tell. she did not call or announce her presence even as the scent of her grew stronger — something told her she would regret doing such a thing.
balmy with the humidity, chest thudding so hard dark spots blot out the corners of her vision, she careens through the valley like a madman until she reaches the remnants of the hollow.
she had been here. and she hadn't been alone.