As she walked, her thoughts went to her creatures. Back and forth, from hoping that they would get better to wondering what was wrong. She couldn't figure it out except that they weren't eating. When she had first got them, they would always go out at night, and they would always come back with the faint smell of blood, but even then, she remembered that when she had saw them kill that boar that attacked her that t hey did not eat it with her. In fact, she had never, ever seen them eat. She just assumed that they did it when they were out. Now though, they would go out, but they would come back without the smell. Was it her fault? Was her need to be regular keeping them from their food? Could they not hunt because they were somewhere where they weren't allowed to eat anything they found?
The realization hit her like a train, and tears started to fall.
It was, it had to be, it was my fault....
She walked with her head down for a while, depressed that she hadn't taken the time to learn about them, to really understand them, and their health , or lack thereof was the end result. It made her sick, sick to her stomach, and if they died, she could never forgive herself.
And so she walked, following them towards the unknown. They seemed better off in the wild world than in the city, they seemed more alert, but she could tell that they were just not where they needed to be. Every time she touched them she could almost feel their pain. It was like the feeling a person gets after a long day, followed by another long day, followed by a third, with minimal sleep. It was like they had no energy other than what it took to just make it. The whole time she continued to simply shake her head in depression.
As night on the first day of their journey, Osen found herself along a forested road, and so she entered, finding a decent clearing nearby. She marked a tree so that she would know which direction the road was, and then began to gather wood for a fire. She picked off branches from the trees, trying to find dry ones that had shelter from any rain they could have gotten. Once that was done she went looking for larger ones, wood to keep the fire burning. She walked north from her camp, marking another tree so she could know which way camp was, and every time she turned off that path, she made a mark as well. Normally, the wargs would have accompanied her, but they stayed near the camp, only wandering a few feet then coming back.
The sound came from the fading light, a low deep growl that startled Osen, causing her to freeze up. Her hands were full of wood but she had a knife on her hip and a sword on her back. Turning slow as molasses, she was sure she would find some creature ready to strike, but instead, what she saw was a large bear, lying on its side, its leg bloodied and gruesome. Attached to it there was a small trap, something like a clawed mouth, clamped against the meat.
She dropped the wood and rushed over, trying to pry the thing open. It was on there tight though, and her finger slipped on a tooth, slicing open and making it all the harder to get a grip. The bear laid there though, not struggling or moving, it just watched. She could feel tears forming in her eyes, her own pets struggle causing her to feel for this creature just as powerfully. With a powerful tug though, she pried the trap open, tossing it to the side where it snapped back shut. The bear slowly got up, and began limping away, but collapsed, letting out another pitiful growl as the pain just seemed too much to bear.
What to do, what to do, she thought, panicking before she realized that she had supplies back at camp. Should she go get them and come back? Should she try and bring the bear back? Would the wargs attack it? would they even be able to? What should she do? She didn't want her carelessness or lack of foresight to cause the death of anything. She didn't want it to be her fault.