Ain't my fault it's all I got

She was positively exhausted now, body trembling as she moved, eyes struggling to remain open as she pushed onward despite her tired state. Her steps were awkward, front legs crossing over each other as she weaved slightly. Even her attempted naps hadn't helped and she was honestly just hoping she'd stumble into Rogdar or Amos or any of them soon. Perhaps the warmth of her children at her side might help her rest...

A while back she found traces of Amos' scent heading west, but now she'd lost it. At this point Mara was just waiting for a miracle or something equally inexplicable to save her. So far, as the woman wandered through the open fields without direction, she saw no help in the vastness of her surroundings. Eventually she just stopped, swaying slightly where she stood, staring out across the landscape without really seeing. Dealing with her newfound... issues, was a pain. More than that - it was starting to drain the life from her, this confusing, frustrating feeling of not knowing what was wrong with her was leaving her weak and helpless as it robbed her of the ability to sleep or get enough rest to even function.

So there she stood. Directionless, weak, and broken. She shook slightly, hide shivering though it was hardly chilly out.