Leland. Her beloved one. She hadn't seen him for a long time, and she only thought he had went away for a few days. But the days turned into weeks, and she started to get worried. And nowadays, whenever she got worried, she drinks the vodka she managed to find in Halifax. And that's what she did.
The grayish woman just walked clumsily around the tribelands. It was odd as the floor looked so unstable right now... she tripped all the time that her legs couldn't find the ground, or if those found a branch of just a leaf. Where the hell was him?! Leland! she yelled to the lands, her voice pitch with the scream. Leland, you bitch..., she said to herself, whispering. Where the heck are you, you lil' sucker?
She supported her weight in the tree, but it wasn't that close as it seemed, actually. It was a few more yards away, but her blurred and delimitated vision made her space notion almost to zero. She fell like a tree trunk, her chest hitting the earthy ground hardly. Fuck you! she said to the brown blur in front of her. The woman dragged her body to the tree, and layed her back in the warm trunk. She closed her eyes, whispering bad words about the husky mix. Why wasn't him there? Why did he leave her? "Fucker...", she thought.