Her blue gaze focused on the terrain around her, of the sof crimson expanse and the way the sun beat down on it. She felt exposed, but weirdly safe at the same time. Everything bad that had happened to her had been in enclosed spaces. Forests, dens, frozen lakes. This was not scary. If anything, it reminded her of the way she and Sólja had traveled together before, across a valley of green instead of red.
Feeling the prickle of pollen, her face scrunched, making the scar across her face stand out a little more. Of course she had scars from the bear. The rest of her body was fucked up, why wouldn't her face be? A huff came, before she took in a deep breath through her nose.
There was food here, somewhere. Maybe she'd scout it out.