Whitefish River and eyes flecked with ash

for @Ira. i hope it's ok to 'backdate' this a little bit to be on her way from the coast back to sagtannet.

praimfaya, wounds not entirely healed but certainly on the mend, begins to arduous journey back to sagtannet; eager to get home but realizing as she approaches the edge of blacktail deer plateau that it would not be as quick as she'd hoped. her right shoulder aches and she takes a break in the shade of the plateau's treeline, staring briefly at the rolling emerald knolls that give way into a river that splits the land where, upon the otherside, the fresh borders of a pack warn her away. she glimpses at her shoulder, feeling relief that she has not torn open the mending flesh and scabs.

it's a hot morning; cloudless, the golden rays of the sun shining upon the world unobscured and after a half an hour of rest in the shade, praimfaya pushes herself to her paws once more, contemplating her options.

she will have to go around, either circle wide and extend her trip by a day or climb and cut thru porcupine ridge, which was probably shorter but would require more of her physically. unsure, she hesitates, approaching the plateau's banks of the river to drink from the cool and refreshing waters. the pack scent on the other side hits her again and after a moment of deliberation — should she warn them of the hostile and territorial woman haunting the ravenswood — she tips her head back and lets out a howl.

better that she does, she thinks. they are close to the woods and the last thing praimfaya needs is another guilty conscious by knowing how violate the dark woman was but not sharing the information with those who might make better use of it.