Aelin awoke with a start. She had been travelling nonstop for three days and had little in the way of nourishment left. Grumbling to herself about how 'Queens shounldn't have to suffer like this' she eased her aching body up off the wolfskin blanket she had slept on. Suddenly starving, she pulled her rucksack towards her, trying to remember if she had finished all of her emergency truffles the night before. A harsh wind was whistling through the Stygian mountains behind her and she crouched back down into her blanket, wishing that Rowan was with her, keeping her warm. She cursed as she remembered how mad he would be when she got back, as he had specifically told her not to go alone. But then, she thought as she packed all of her sleeping thing away, he should have known how stubborn she was. She had slipped out of their bed, leaving some of her clothes next to him so he didn't notice that her scent was gone. She was slightly surprised how well her plan had worked so far to be honest with herself. She had met no skinwalkers in the oakwald forest, had managed not to starve yet,and had got away from a territorial fae bastard who would not have let her leave alone. So she grinned as she lifted her pack onto her back and set off toward the mountains.