Exhaustion has done a number on her senses. The journeyman woods again, low, to try and center the young girl's attention. When she is able to focus on Journey and as Journey draws nearer, she realized that perhaps she is already too late. Likely too weak to travel to the foothills of Northfall, for she did not think they girl had it in her to travel the hours it might take.

Stay. I am huntress. I will feed you. If the girl wandered off, she did not think it would be far. As quickly as Journey came, she left, swift on her feet to the closest great lake of this forest. This red forest was teeming with water, including the coast. Hunting rabbits, weasel and gopher had a higher chance of failure. Fishing she could so far more swiftly.

Still, it was an hour or two before she came back. She held two fish by the tails- a decent sized carp and a smaller bluegill and sat them to the forest floor, woofing again for the dark coated teen.