03-10-2008, 11:49 PM
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Despite how much she had healed over time, it still felt like everything was hurting. If she stepped a certain way or was not careful enough, she would hurt. It was weird to come back to this place but she knew she had to find her son. It had not been her intention to desert and she almost wanted to stay back there to avoid any kind of conflict. He had to be over it by now, she assumed, and her returning would make matters worse. Her throat constricted and it suddenly became hard to breathe as she stepped awkwardly. Even though most of the healing had taken place, there was still a deal that needed to heal. She had left the pack AMA, but Maria knew she could not hold out much longer. Her own heart ached to be with her son, to tell him what happened, and if no one from that pack was going to help her then she would help herself.
The young girl traveled far with little help, only being able to scavenge any food nearby. Once a small group of wolves had helped her out and she carried a bit of meat with her (although dangerous) and had eaten quite greedily. Her body was thinner than it had been when she left and she was tired now. The sun had just disappeared below the earth and she was trying to find a place to rest for the night. It wasn't often she came across a city like this and she thought she might be close and had even thought she smelt her son somewhere. Cringing at the thought, she rested a hand on a the closest building and took weight off her leg. With a cringe and a deep breath, she kept going... looking for a vacant place to rest.