Otatso Wetlands early drinkin' [m]

That was true enough she supposed. She was indeed a scrapper. Had always been. It hadn't turned her any better. And sometimes she wondered if it had been the right path, but she was on it for shit or true.

Sadey was loathe to move herself. Her body aching in places she didn't know it could ache. The ribs were sore and painful to the touch. Though the scab was there, it was still a large gaping hole. 

Alright we'll move in a few days. Then perhaps me and miss. Lonesome here will go for a jaunt try and get a scent to follow.