Wapun Meadow get a medic for the general

the con artist spent a few weeks on the mountain, planning which road to turn to on her little adventure of a life. a few more months of solitude did not sound appealing to her, so her only option left was to find a pack. it wasn’t something she would particularly enjoy, all the company, but what else was she to do? besides survival would be much easier if she ran with others.

with that goal in mind, she retreated from the mountain in search of a proper place to stay. as she neared the base, a familiar metallic smell tickled her nostrils. it was a delicious smell. interest got the best of her and she followed the sent. as it became stronger and stronger, wolf stench mingled with it. it bought a crooked smile to her face.

she reached her destination before long. in front of her lay a bloodied angel. “there you are,” she spoke, as if she knew this stranger. her voice was eerily soft and collected. “don’t you know it’s dangerous to be laying here, broken and out in the open?”