A Girl With A Limp That Wasn't A Pimp

After managing to get out of the frigid temperatures that the North possessed, the dame happened to come across the South. The woods that she happened to come across were dark and decrepit, a small sigh escaping her maw as she walked. She had not spotted her brother yet, and, due to the limp that she possessed from the trench that she fell in, it was impossible to catch or do anything with only three legs as she kept the back leg elevated despite the splint that Ashelia had made herself.

She walked throughout the woods, the landscape itself was dark and sinister to say the least, and a small smile came across her maw. This would be a good place to make a home for herself and her brother once she happened to find him. However, she was sure that her brother would give her hell for being careless upon her adventures, but she paid no heed and trudged onward until spotting a dark tree den to rest in. With a groan, she walked inside and lied down, placing her head on her paws and watching crows fly by and hearing the sound of the wind whistling past their ears, hearing something that almost resembled that of crying and despair; however, the woman did not mind it and just focused on resting her leg before continuing onward to try and find her brother.

"Speech"