Bearclaw Valley god, i hope it all goes away

twitch padded cautiously along the narrow trail, the crisp wind biting at her nose. every rustle of the underbrush set her ears swiveling, sharp eyes scanning for movement.

she knew she wasn’t alone—she could smell somewhere nearby, perhaps tasked with ensuring she didn’t wander off into trouble. or they were just curious—either way, she tried not to dwell on it too long. pretending they weren't there was easier than confrontation, after all.

her breath came in quiet puffs of hoarfrost as she muttered to herself. she wasn't completely lost yet — only a little! it could certainly be worse, right? the path curved ahead, opening into a small glade where sunlight filtered through skeletal branches. she paused, tilting her head to listen to the faint gurgle of water in the distance.