Gyrfalcon's Keep the spice of life

This is more or less a read-only thread unless someone wants to come deal with her. Also, keeping references to STM vague. RIP SZECHUAN

After the ordeal upon the mountain, Szechuan was eager to get away. She drifted from the mountainside to the forest adjacent, stumbling and half-blind, feverish. The heat of her wounded face no longer burned; her head felt light, as if filled with air, and her body was numb from the cold. She drifted, yes, drifted between the trees. Occasionally a mis-step took her reeling in to one, or crashing through the underbrush. The red of the soil stained her paws — no, that was blood. How strange to see it, but not feel it. Was she wounded? The bitch blinked and side-stepped, crumbling to a heap at the base of another mountain; Gyrfalcon's Keep would stand as a monument over her body. An angel upon her exposed tomb. With a sigh she sank in to the dirt, staring with her good eye at the sunlit trees. Szechuan wasn't quite gone yet - but she was close. A weeping moan broke through her teeth (she didn't realize it was her own voice, so thorough was her sickness), and for a moment she thought, 'The wind sounds strange today.'