Days had stretched into weeks, the weeks into months.. and Vlarindara had grown far less able to care for herself than she had ever been - even when she had been sick and caring for Raigo. There were things that she'd been able to find as the snows began to melt, just enough to give the emaciated she-wolf enough food to give her energy to make the trip. Her intention was to travel across Relic Lore and move towards Jasper rocks - a favored fishing spot.. and spawning place for the fish there. Food should be abundant..
That morning, the sunlight had crept into the mouth of the warmed den in Riddle Heights, waking the female from her slumber. As she got to her feet, patches of her fur pulled away, leaving raw spots of skin in their wake. The fact that she had survived the winter was a miracle, but she knew that if she didn't manage enough food for the next few days, she wouldn't make it through spring, or any further cold-snaps of winter that might be clinging to the land.
A pronounced limp in both front legs made her hobbling trek towards the other side of the land even harder. he scars upon her shoulders having been giving the half-blind lady no end of trouble in her travels. She was, after all five years old.. or so by her figuring. Her body felt like she was ten.. maybe fifteen. Vlarindara felt old - and wasn't sure she could manage to actually figure out what it was she was supposed to do. Living alone in her home in Riddle Heights only did so much. Wolves weren't meant ot be alone...Even Angier had left her - or.. she'd gone off to hunt when he had, hoping he'd remember her home.
As of yet, the elder Lyall hadn't found her, and Vlarindara was worried that he to had abandoned her as everyone else had. The sores upon her white..no, her dirtied brown hide were painfully obvious as she slowly worked her way through the woods, head lowered to concentrate on moving, walking. Simply putting one foot in front of the other. Torn and injured ears lay where they would. single amber eye, now used to only seeing half of what she used to, casting left to right to scan the path before her.
It took her.. the better part of almost two days to cross the land in her shape, sleeping where she could, and walking when she was able. But by the time the female made it to Jasper rocks, she merely stood, staring at the pools of water, thin legs shaking with the effort of holding her up. The sores upon her left hip and shoulder had cracked open and sluggishly begun bleeding down her hide. An injury she was more than familiar with these days. She wasn't ill, thankfully - but Vlarindara doubted somehow that she would manage to catch *anything* above ground, exuding the scent of blood as she was.
Approaching the water and biting back a whine as the wounds pulled, Vlarindara looked at her reflection in the water a moment..simply trying to convince herself that she was instead attempting to focus on the fish below. What reason did the gods have to keep her alive? Oh, that's right.. to atone for her sins of the past. To atone for the damage she'd caused Raigo, the lives her selfish desires had cost. A sigh slipped from pale lips before she slowly waded into the still frigid waters as she once had to fish..
Shock hit her system as the cold water swirled into her skin, leaving her shivering nearly uncontrollably, but she was determined. The waters were tinted with pink as the clear liquid washed her pelt, taking both blood, further mats of fur and dirt with it. All in all, she wasn't surprised to find that she was probably only wearing half the fur she should have. When her winter coat had begun to give way to what SHOULD have been a summer coat.. there was less fur to take its place. Due to malnutrition, she assumed. She was just happy that it wasn't cold - and that her den was warm.
Jaws opened and snapped at the water as the silver fish darted beneath the surface. She didn't have the strength to shock them as she once had.. so instead, Vlarindara sought to dive her head beneath the surface to grab a meal.. or what SHOULD have been an easy meal. It only led to her more or less shivering, soaking wet and floundering in the water. Without food. Drat...She couldn't go back to her den this way - Vlarindara knew it was far too..well, far away without eating.
Dragging herself from the waters edge, the white lady began digging painfully at the ground around the rocks.. hoping to dig up something to eat.. maybe a rabbit.. or a bird that had been frozen in the snows. Her search proved fruitful, and she found what she assumed was once a starling or something of some sort.. Barely a mouthful, but she gulped it down greedily, before once again snuffling around the base of that tree.. Perhaps there were more?
Soaking wet, she looked even worse than when she was dry. The water had seeped into her fur, leaving it plastered to her side - or what was left of them. Each rib, and almost every bone was visible.. her body having literally eaten everything she had to offer in order to survive. Had Vlarindara seen herself now.. when she'd been here months ago - she wouldn't have believed it possible. Would have laughed to know that she would be in such a state over the course of a mere few months. But then, when she thought about it.. it had been longer than a few months.