Bramblepoint And here the struggle begins

the woman's path through the wood seems more difficult, somehow, then it had been months ago. she finds herself having to rely on brute strength to plow through some patches of the trail that had really been more suited for the pup she had been. thorns catch on her muzzle as she presses through a tough patch of underbrush, blood welling slowly in the shallow gashes left behind. 

finding herself for a moment in the clear, tongue passes absently over the cuts as auds tilt and scan atop her skull. cracking branches and footfalls on snow are interesting enough to warrant inspection, and so the warlord veers off the familiar in search of the source. only a few moments of searching culminates with her setting eyes on a male, covered in enough briars and splintered underbrush to make it his current state fairly clear. "lost?" she drawls, gaze sliding once over him in appraisal.