do you have a minute to talk about our lord and savior?

Her first few ventures outside of Avalon's territory had been... dare she admit it? Kind of fun. At first it was nerve wracking, but each small expedition built her confidence until she found herself not looking over her shoulder for her mothers or siblings quite as much. Riding on this high, Lore ventured out in the Buffalo Knolls to explore the hilly areas she hadn't been to yet. It wasn't long before a noxious smell tickled her nose and turned her stomach. Nevertheless, it piqued her interest. What could possibly smell so foul?

She followed her nose until she came across a massive, rotting buffalo carcass. The flesh was peeling from its bones, gore spread out around it from other scavengers that had come and went. Lore wrinkled her nose, not interested in that when they had plenty in Avalon's stores, and was about to turn around and head onwards when she heard a thick, wet snarl come from behind her. And then another. And another. Lore turned, her eyes saucer-wide, to see a trio of mangy coyotes staring her down with ferocious expressions. Oh, Abraxas, watch over me, carry me through this trial... Shaking like a leaf, she let out a loud, bugling howl before tucking her chin over her throat. Maybe someone would hear and help. They had to. Abraxas would deliver her a savior.

"speech"