Dahlia
I may have over-estimated my abilities to navigate the forest. I could tell by the shift in the air, the silence settling over the birds, that night would be here soon, and I had very little idea how close I was to the trading post. Minutes away? Hours? Was I even going in the right direction, or had I gone past it already?
It was a miracle in and of itself that I made it this far almost completely unscathed. I took to the thicker brush, knowing I was more prey than a predator, and in doing so was viciously attacked by a pricker bush. One that wasn't poisonous, a small mercy. However, the lack of trouble did have me feeling like this might just be meant to be. Like I was making the right choices.
Would Hunter be pissed? Without any doubt. But he would rather have me alive than
