Jade Fern Grove you are alive and are dying

her path wound towards the marsh, but even before she sank her paws in to the damp loam of the wetland she knew she did not want to be there. it would aid her in removing the scent of the grotto from her, but that was not a thought within her mind - she only wished to find safe passage southward, and perhaps in that time hosannah would find something to fill her empty belly.

the famine was doing wonders to her figure. had she been a more self-absorbed entity, she might have felt pretty because of how slender her body appeared; but she was not faring well. having been born with such a thing and rackish figure, the lack of food only hollowed her further. the sharpness of her face was made all the more evident, and her ribcage begun to show. the knobs of her hips would be visible before long, and hosannah knew that she was running out of time.