But truth be told, Vesper didn't feel much higher up on the on the food chain than a zombie. She gazed on the ridge with dull eyes, still scanning as though she were going to see hide or hair of the family she had so hopelessly gotten lost from. By now she had lost track completely of how long it had been since she had last heard their voices, last caught their scent on the wind. Some creatures had that innate sense of where to go, how to begin to find them, but not her. There were many things she was equipped with, but that sense of direction was not really one of them.
Heaving a sigh to the morning air, she came to the realization that she had come to stop along a snowy precipice. It wasn't a plummet down from there or anything, just a light hop. Seemed as good as any of a place to give her coat a shake out and try to shake that sense of hopelessness out of herself. She did so with vigor that had not been there in the days before and considered her options from there. The day was young, she didn't have to keep going north. Going north just meant going through more and more forest and following the same little band of mountains that she had been following... which they had kind of veered off and away...
Vesper's head swiveled about, trying to get her bearings.
Maybe she hadn't been going north the whole time.