Despite the afar howl, she walked toward whatever that wood empty of trees and dried of plants was, she could spot in the distance what looked like houses or better, broken tents and some rests of food or what Roselyn hoped to be food and not something macabre.
The wind blew strongly and angry and Roselyn felt like somehow even the wind was scolding her for having reacted so impetuously without reconsidering twice her idea or at least having planned it better so that she wouldn't now stand in a desperate forest lost without a compass. However, now she couldn't do anything else besides wait and wish for the best.
She scolded herself mentally deciding to walk faster as she didn't feel safe to remain in that wood alone much longer, she was even wearing a light fabric dress and the strong wind that left her shivering from both cold and anxiety making her skin fill with goosebumps.
