these battle scars don't look like they're fading

Her travels brought the eyeless woman to another land of probable beauty but it wasn't like she'd ever know. She had never truly had the chance to see the world, so she knew little of it's beauty. That was the life of a sacrifice though, she was born into it and parted out for ceremonies. She had always known one day her purpose in life would be to die for whatever god it was that Apostle had wished at the time. She wasn't sure that the gods he spoke of existed though. What kind of god demanded pups be killed for them to give fertility to their alphas? What kind of god demanded sacrifices of limbs and such? Prey sure but not wolves themselves.

She sat with her forepaws in the water. how deep was the water? could she go around? She could smell herbs on the wind, their scent reminding her of her own, which was that of a pine forest and lavender. She liked keeping the scent of lavender on her, it was calming to not only her but those she came across. Though with the cold wind it told her winter was approaching fast and lavender would be hard to find until spring came again.