Hoshor Plains mayday, mayday

Hunger burned deep in her gut, threatening to overtake her as the woman moved throughout the plains, her nose on high alert for anything that could help ease that aching feeling that had become something of a constant companion. Despite that, the exhaustion tugged at her features, the desire to find a place to lay and to rest echoed out clearly over her features, her tail limp and her paws near dragging through the tall grass. She couldn’t stop moving though.
 
She needed to find someone… anyone… Kallik, Towhee, Germanicus… someone who could give her refuge and let her rest if only for a moment. It wasn’t safe, not alone… she wasn’t certain if they had found her scent after she’d crossed the river… if they were following her even now.
 
Once again she found herself on the run from her past… stronger than ever before but somehow more vulnerable. It weighed down heavily on her even still. She would survive this, she always did... her wounds had been treated by her own paw, healing nicely if still fragile... next was food, and after that was freedom.


And just like that, there was the promising scent of rabbit on the horizon... but with it the warning of blood, of someone having already sought it out, catching it.