Blackfeather Woods Odinn Dances Among the trees

Painstakingly pawstep after pawstep, she slowly made her way to the coast. Body lagging each and every day. The ache in her joints and the pain in her body, it was almost to much to bear. She forced down the numerous herbs that she could find, the things that would stave off death just a little bit longer.

Today was better than it had been, though not as good as it could be, and she finally settled for a small break near the base of a large gnarled tree. Most would have felt lost here, but she felt at home. It reminded her of Ragnar and his penchant for Ravens. She could hear them in the trees calling to each other in thrills and brills. Each one louder than the next. 

She closed azure blue eyes and just listened.