Rachel stumbles for a moment, immediately glancing around for immediate threats, fists clenched. That strange looking snake has disappeared – and so has anything she can recognize. Her town is nowhere in sight, Bastard can't be seen or heard, and the trees don't even look like the same species as the ones on Earth Gimmel.
Still as tense as a bowstring, she takes a deep breathe, puts two fingers in her mouth, and whistles as loud as she can. Bastard should hear that and come running for miles.
A very large bird that was watching carefully from branches nearby startles at the loud whistle and takes off into the sky.
Rachel defininitely doesn't recognize that species of bird, and she's trapped and hunted all the local one plenty to keep herself, her dogs, and her town fed.
She thinks she might be father from home than she thought.
Fucking cape shit, and one of the annoying fuckers you can't punch in the face, either. She hates being fucked with like this. Tattletale probably got caught up in some scheme and she's been shoved away by whoever she's in her most recent pissfight with so she can't help, and nobody even warned her to be on her guard.
"FUCK!" she kicks a tree with her steel toe boots, bark chipping off and flying into the underbrush.
She takes several deep breaths, glaring at her surroundings.
Stay calm. Survive. Her pack is gonna come find her and then they're all gonna go kick some teeth in together. She's survived worse, and Gimel has only made her better at roughing it. the tree cover is very heavy, but enough light is getting through she knows it's early morning – or maybe late afternoon, don't know which way is East or West yet. Find fresh water, find some useful shelter, keep an eye out for plants she knows are safe to eat.
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