Tormented Tarns Unwelcoming welcome

When standing knee-deep in water, Sarah thought that, perhaps, taking the path through the mountains would have been a smarter choice. Was it too late for that? She wearily looked over her shoulder to the length of the distance she had already covered, then cast her glance ahead, where she could not see an end to this huge marshy plain. She shifted from one foot to the other, because the wet and cold was seeping through her injured skin. In the end continuing on seemed by far the best decision for today. Keeping herself warm by walking was just as good motivation as any.

Still suffering from respiratory infection, Sarah tired soon and was more than glad to have an opportunity to rest upon the only elevated, grassy perch in this mess, where her feet and body would be clear out of water. Canines have an uncanny ability to make themselves small and compact, therefore it was no wonder that Sarah too managed to curl up so that she was both comfortable and warm. She did not notice, when she fell asleep, but she was awoken, when the sound of splashing was coming her direction. She lifted her head, narrowed her eyes and found the black-and-white she-wolf.

The stranger appeared to be a traveller like her (why else would anyone come to this water waste-land), so for now, she contented herself with observing the other quietly.