Lost and found

The wraith could not say she had been here before, the red forest was new to the weary women. Yet simply she laid there, with no catch in tow. Abelinda had attempted at getting a rabbit, even something slower and failed; that strength was failing her. A simple sigh left her lips, knowing hunting was well out of her range now, more like scavenging would Abelinda find a far easier meal. Those ears flicked briefly, as that head lowered onto the ground once more; those eyes closed as the wraith relaxed, soaking in the mornings' warmth. Even so, hopefully now things would improve with time - the wraith couldn't help but wonder just how long she'd survive however, with this illness still clinging to her seemingly unwilling to let go of her. It had already stripped her figure of any and all mass, save for what little remained; she was a true walking skeleton at this point.

“And in the dark I can hear your heart beat.”