By the time Miala got to the clearing, she was very much exhausted, had picked up several injuries on her feet and ankles (and a few on her hands), and was wishing even more seriously that she'd just stayed home today.
It took her a minute to realize the trail had ended, and she mostly noticed because she'd stepped into a bit of mud made by the dead man's blood. She snapped back to alertness at that, took stock of the scene - dead person who'd stolen her skin, figure who was very not dead and seemed rather content, a bundle of hide, and her skin nowhere in sight. There was only one possible reaction she could think of.
She squeaked.
It took her a minute to realize the trail had ended, and she mostly noticed because she'd stepped into a bit of mud made by the dead man's blood. She snapped back to alertness at that, took stock of the scene - dead person who'd stolen her skin, figure who was very not dead and seemed rather content, a bundle of hide, and her skin nowhere in sight. There was only one possible reaction she could think of.
She squeaked.
