sometimes quiet is violent

@Burke
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Hunger gnawed at her from the inside out, killing her slowly. The cold winds whipped at her skin, cutting through her thin coat and killing her quickly. Alone, she did not think that she would survive the night. Parting from her pack had ensured her death would be swift upon her. This was what she preferred, in the end. For tonight she could sleep, fall into darkness and wake no more. It would be quiet, peaceful, and more than she felt she deserved.

All of her loose ends had been tied up, severed with the ties that she cut with Dogmeat. He and the pack were behind her, but it was they who she thought about as she trekked over the unfamiliar lands. At first, she thought to skirt around the wolf territory that she scented, a dark and foreboding forest it seemed to her. But the thoughts of caches, stores and stores of food, called to her. Her hunger was great, and though she could not stave off death, the thought of falling asleep with a full stomach was more appealing than an empty one.

So she crossed into the lands, searching until she found a store of half-frozen meat buried beneath the snow. With a furtive glance, she snatched a large rabbit's carcass and turned, swiftly making her escape back the way she had come.