Hi peoples! Okay, for those of you who are wondering, (although you have not said you are wondering, I can feel it!) Katrina is heading toward Du Weldenvarden. She just doesn't know that.

Katrina walked for several hours, keeping just off the road so nobody would see her or Saphira. She walked until her legs were numb. Finally, when it was so dark she could hardly see in front of herself, she sat down. She picked up her pack from where she had set it down beside her, and, without getting up, took the blanket out.

She didn't bother to lay it on the ground, for the night was cold. She laid her pack under her head and covered herself with the blanket. A minute later Saphira crawled under and curled up against her chest.

Katrina woke up early again the next morning. She rolled up the blanket and set off, her pack slung over her shoulder as before. She quickly located the main road and walked along the edge of it, just out of sight.

After a couple of hours, she saw the bridge, spanning the width of the river. She altered her course so that she was walking along side the river, though still in the forest. After an hour or so, she sat down and shared some meat with Saphira. After that she thought it was safe to come out of shelter of the trees she refilled her canteen, for it was nearly empty. She bent down and scooped the delicious, cool water into it, and Saphira drank her fill.

They walked until nightfall, when Katrina was nearly stumbling with weariness. She set up camp and fell asleep almost immediately.

The next day she opened her pack to have breakfast. There was only one strip of meat left. She cut it in half with her dagger and she and Saphira split it.

Katrina chewed on her piece thoughtfully. If she was going continue towards that forest, she was going to have to figure out another way to eat. Saphira could hunt for herself, so she didn't worry about her, but what would she do?

She had a vague idea what plants were edible, but she couldn't live off of fruit alone! She was too used to meat. She would share Saphira's catches, but she had no idea how to make a fire.

She shrugged and stood up. Guess I'll cross that bridge when I come to it. Come on, Saphira.

She was not satisfied with the meal, but she got up and walked off anyways, because she knew there was nothing left to eat. She decided just to ignore the empty feeling in her stomach.

However, as they walked on, that became increasingly more difficult. Her stomach growled, and she felt weak, for she was used to large breakfasts. Therefore, eating barely anything made her almost ill.

She stumbled along, going slower and slower until she sat down for a moment to catch her breath. She stood up after about ten minutes and walked on.

After another hour or so, she finally came upon some luck. There was a huge wild strawberry bush by the side of the river. She thankfully filled her pack and herself with the sweet, delicious fruit. She offered some the Saphira, but after sniffing one, Saphira decided not to eat any. Instead, she wandered off to go hunt.

While Katrina waited for her to return, she looked at the map again. She had been walking for three days. Measuring the distance between Carvahall and Therinsford with her thumb, she used that as a rough guide as to how long it would take to get to the forest. Her heart sank. It looked like it would take another week and a half to just to get to the edge of the forest. She sighed, folded up the map, stuffed it in her pack, and waited for Saphira to come back.