The young Vuesain girl had hoped to find running water here, remembering the forking creeks and rills that had cut through that very spring. Instead she found more of the same, unusually dry conditions. Even the creeks had receded from the banks and the trees themselves were beginning to take on a parched look. There was a small grey jay following her from tree to tree, letting her know of his displeasure in the most raucous of ways. Stella's ears flicked back, trying to focus instead on the soft whisper of the breeze through the trees as she passed below.
Despite the drought and the unwelcoming feathered local, the land felt less ominous with each step. She was closer to home with each passing day, and though she knew that the Dead Empress Backwater pack resided not too far from here, she walked (perhaps foolishly) without concern, stopping only occasionally to examine the trail for signs of something that might sate her hunger and thirst, her ever-present companions on this journey.
There was a sense of anxious purpose as she loped along, eyes fixed ahead, heedless of the early-fallen heart-leaves underfoot. It was harder to ignore the constant pestering of the bird, though, and eventually she turned on her heel and snapped her teeth at the air. "Well If you'd pipe down, maybe I could catch somethin for the both of us!" The little jay just scolded on, and she sighed, turning to continue on her own way. In a way, she felt as if she probably deserved it. It wasn't really the bird that was bothering her so much, anyway. She wanted to be home, but she was worrying over her return, too.