It had grown dark now and Desperate had lost hope of understanding her current location. All she knew was that in her attempt to escape the rampaging totoma she'd fled down into the plains. And though she could see the shadow of the mountains silhouetted by the starry sky, now that night was fully upon the world the chances of her finding the way back to where she had left the....offering were slim to none. At best. On top of it all, her head was screaming, her shoulder undoubtedly bruised and swollen, and- though the bleeding had finally stopped -there was still an open wound in her side. It was impossible to focus on much of anything through the pain, especially when the intensity of it got so bad that her sight faded momentarily. She could lay down. Just for a little bit. Catch her breath. Reorient herself. Gather her strength. The grass felt soft under her hooves, cool against her legs as she trudged onward in some uncertain direction. It was inviting. And a waste of time. Time she didn't have. Every passing second made it more likely that some carrion beast would tear into her hard-earned offering and ruin it. She had to get back. Somehow...
The conflict of these two desires- to simply rest and to fulfill her duty -only resulted in a literal standstill. A cementing of Desperate to where she stood in the middle of a field, exposed, breathless, and staring absently off into the distance. Or maybe it was just that exhaustion had finally taken its toll.
