Bramblepoint whining like a little pup

Replaying and getting angry therefore, Hiemis didn’t get too far from the place where salmons tasted the freshest and where the accident with the one she didn’t want to have anything in common happened.

It was difficult to walk and even more difficult to breathe. Each inhale she took felt like a torture and the more air her lungs swallowed, the more it hurt. So upon that, she plopped down with a soft whine. Unfortunately hours felt like days. The worst was her legs didn’t carry her too far either.

Starvation was getting to her as well and despite thinking too noble of herself, suddenly the berries around her appeared like something she’d fest upon in order to survive. Her eyes closed—that body called for its well deserved rest. Maybe she was being just dramatic and completely fine, but also… what if not? It wouldn’t make any sense for her chest to be hurting this much without a reason. 

Still, it didn’t matter—she was no weakling.