From the entrance of Hydra, a figure stumbled in, gasping and panting as she fell forward onto the far cooler stone and sand. Dried blood caked the left side of her face and her young, developing legs were trembling beneath her. She wheezed, her one visible eye clouded with exhaustion and every part of her body showed her hardships - the messy, dust-covered hair, half-lidded eyes, scuffed hooves, and a myriad of cuts and burns covering her legs and chest from tripping and stumbling. The lower half of her was also absolutely filthy, covered with mud and stained dark from the waters of the marshes.

She looked like an absolute mess and she certainly felt like she was about to die. The pain on her face had never gone away and she was so tired she was shaking uncontrollably. She could barely even remember what happened - one moment she was with Warrior, the next a vulture was flying above and she was running. Running as fast as she could, terror taking control. The next time she'd gotten her consciousness back, she realized she was hopelessly lost and separated from her friend. About halfway across the salt flats, she spotted the tunnel and had made her way there, but not before the heat had overtaken her almost completely.

It was a wonder she was even still alive after all of that. And, truth be told, she was fairly close.