Psalm headed north from Abaven, there was hardly any reasoning behind her movement. The girl moved simply because he body ached from a lack of movement, hunger clawed at her stomach and some part of her knew she needed to eat, she'd been starving for a few days now but she couldn't bring herself to take resources from the pack itself. She had to hunt for herself, that was all she could do. But the young woman was hardly in good shape as of late, she was wasting away. She only barely got out of the pack lands before the weakness in her limbs forced her to end her journey here. The woman collapsed onto the shore, watching as the lake rippled, fish swimming below its surface. Fishing... It had never been something she'd been good at, and now as her stomach twisted in pain she wished she'd learned it. She wished many things, wished she had chased away her family, for even now as a young adult she figured that was what had truly occured. Psalm groaned and rolled onto her side, the pain in her abdomen lancing through her even as she stared longingly at the solution just out of her reach. "Speech"

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Sparrow had thought of visiting Theory. She didn't feel like herself and she hated every second of it. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was up, and if she was honest, she was more than willing to blame it on a delayed mourning of Hana's relationship with her. Oh, it was so easy to be angry, but pitiful and unpleasant to be sad. She figured Theory was a sap and would listen and probably relate, but as she neared Abaven, she found herself unable to call out to her cousin. She ended up wandering around for a while. She was very good at acting perfect, but perfect in a very flawed way. She didn't like to imagine she had any emotions or thoughts behind her glittering mischief eyes and charming lopsided smile. However, here she was with her stupid heart in a knot and her brain running lines over words long left to die in the air. There was a woman up ahead and for a very brief moment, she thought it to be Theory and nearly doubled back. For all the fumbling alone, Sparrow realized it wasn't, and instead continued her saunter. The wolf did smell of Abaven, if only a little, but maybe that's how everything nearby smelled. Sparrow considered her for a moment. She was alive, unharmed of anything obvious and good because Sparrow wasn't a healer. She was thin, but that happened sometimes. Sparrow snorted to announce herself. "You plannin' on dying today?"