Rising Sun Valley skwila

right along the water

enlivened by the meat she had managed to hunt with help, heda kept to her word and went out into the rising sun valley. the morning was long, the winds low despite the large flakes of snow which fell in soft whispers onto the drifts around her.
she couldn't come back without a home. she wouldn't.
unknown to heda, the aura around her body had tasted the new year and shifted ever so slightly; her starveling frame and general hyperfocus upon daily pursuit of food had turned off all her focus to the processes of her nature.
and nature answered with the promise of replenishment.
she paused on a rise, panting; she had skirted one pack, having lost her nerve, and stood staring toward she thought others might be. the frostlapped edges of a large stream haunted her thirst, and soon heda turned for that.