Forks of slanted radiance drove through the trunks, dappling the melting snow with passionate, golden blood. Strange scents greeted her nose as the pair drew closer to the borders of Swift River, teasing and tempting her wild fur and tired mind. After travelling for some time, even with ample respite, she was still panting heavily. Wisps of her breath disturbed the air about them as she inhaled nose and drank deeply from the wondrously feral woodland scents stagnate in the atmosphere. There was something powerful here, but she could not quite grasp at it. Something raw and sensual, untamed and untouchable. Profoundly moved and winded, she could do no more than let her lower jaw hang. Suddenly, she realized she could smell Triell in this foreign mix, along with Ruiko.
"Oh," she said softly to the wolf shaped walking stick beside her, "Indru, I can't believe how wonderful it feels to be here! How pretty it will be in the spring, if Ruiko isn't determined to make it rain!" A tight half smile creased her tired face, and would have been accompanied by something like a giggle had she not been so painfully out of breath from all the walking and the knives in her sides. As it was, the grin was almost too much for her after expending so much breath talking. Probably should keep that to a minimum.
But now she was beginning to feel light headed again. The world wizzed by her eyes, jarring and tilting sickeningly as if she were at a carnival. "Actually, do you think we could rest just one more time?" Not waiting for an answer, her hindquarters dropped abruptly, crashing into the ground with an ungraceful thump. She was still leaning on him, though, since it was rather hard to remain upright in such a position. "I feel so dizzy." Refusing to watch as the world churned and teetered, she clamped her eyes close. Ozera tried to take deep breaths, but the broken rips in her torso angrily scolded her with searing pain. </blockquote>