OOC: xD No worries at all!
Death was an inevitability that came to all in one form or another. The determinant being how one's actions dictated how quickly it came and in what manner. For the wanderer, she believed her time would come when it was due and had accepted the consequences when departing from the mountains. Days without food... longer still without water. Hard were the days under winters rule, but rather she die frigid under sheets of snow than in the care of those that ignored and despised her. She believed there was dignity in death in the wild, rather than withering away on a soft, warm bed.
A stubborn fool indeed.
At least she maintained some semblance of reason, deciding only to endure the indignities of a pack life should the need for sustenance become dire. Long had she teetered upon the thresh, yet to topple. Though she was not ignorant to Fate's way to coax a changing wind.
As the young female departed, the wanderer remained where she lay though shifted more so to her back to let the sun warm her belly. Brittle ribs indented the deflated rolls of creme fur, sinking inward toward the cage to brush against soft organs. She could feel the warmth of the sun filtering though as much as she could feel the grate of her ribs against her hide. Oh, she was withering. Each day without food was another day toward death; an added ingredient to further complete the ill-borne recipe. Her tongue rasped her lips as she craned her neck toward the lake, the thin ice beckoning her close with the taunting life that swam beneath its surface. Sighing softly, she rolled to her paws to stand then walked gingerly over to the water's edge.
Perhaps a fish would turn her odds a little away from death... |