Blackfeather Woods Angel of small death

Follow? She looked at from where she laid, as if to see if he was serious. What good would it do him, dragging around this broken thing? Did he have a pack to return to? 

Regardless, opportunity lied there and she would be a fool not to take it. Charcoal-painted limbs lifted her back to her feet, and she quickly limped to catch up with him after the briefest pause to regain her bearings. She came alongside him, watching the intricacies of his face in contemplative silence, as though it might've told her his goal. 

It didn't matter. She had made her decision.