She was almost home and the fire still coursed under her skin and it was pissing her off. What more did she have to do to quell these flames? Flanks dragged heavily along the trunks of once charred trees, footfalls heavy, making no secret of her presence. With the moon high overhead she spied what stars she could through the broken canopy, but finding a bearing was impossible. She knew the willows lay somewhere further west, and south but she wasn't quite ready to go home yet. Perhaps if she took the time to swing by the falls then it would finally go away? But what if it never went away at all?
The prospect was too horrible to consider. With a shudder and a shake she kept moving, skirting well north of the sacred grove and continuing her journey east. It had to be some time past midnight and she should have been considering finding a place to sleep but the heat that crawled under her skin wouldn't allow it. She was irritable, tired and hungry, even though her stomach was relatively full with a fat hare from earlier that day. Never a winning combination.