Firefly Glen Wouldn't you think by now I'd be ready?

Shit. She wasn’t wrong. Fennec had known that she should have taken a break the moment she’d left the last mountain range, but she’d been too eager to get where she was going now that the goal was (metaphorically) in sight. Instead she’d screwed herself over and now a wolf barely her kid’s age, from the sound of it, was giving her a lecture.

She struggled into a sitting position, her muscles protesting even that much. At least she only needed to make it to the base of the Moonspear. Once she was there she could find either shelter or someone to help her up into the claim.

Except… what time was it? And which way was the mountain now? She’d been heading the right direction before, but any sense of time or former bearing was lost when she’d passed out. Absolutely fantastic. Just point me in the direction of Moonspear, alright? I’ll figure it out from there. That’s all the farther I need to make it.