she must have died. this has got to be hell.
lost in her own misery, she hadn't even heard the sound of footsteps, nor noticed the growing shadow creeping up toward her from further up the bank. the only thing that broke her desperate trance was the sound of a voice. instantly she swivels around, squinting at the strange woman as if she weren't entirely sure her eyes were being truthful to her brain. she blinks, then she stares, eyes slowly growing wider, lips drawn into a taut curve.
the first thing she can think to say is
sorry,followed by a mental scrambling for some form of explanation as to why she was here and what had happened.
i-- i don't know where i am, and my... leg...cheeks flushed beneath her pelt, she gestures toward her backside and sprawls out her limbs as best she can across the sandy earth. she cannot bring herself to ask, but her eyes plead for kindness.