one track mind, one track heart // wolf, d3suite day one.

She's been in this area for too long. They've got to regroup and move soon, go and find Mac and - ugh - Jackson. Save someone sneak in here and slit both their throats, although Wolf wouldn't be half surprised. In what excellent spoils she has managed to accrue the Third Floor Suites are terribly lit. You give, and you take, she supposes.

She's been here for too long and it comes in a reminder from her stomach, growling something terrible. Of course, she's in the kitchen by now - and Wolf might have eaten more last night, had she known it be her last meal before the beginning of the end.

Her hand reaches out to snatch for something nourishing as she stuffs her bag of her new found treasures, slings it over her aching shoulders, and hurries away.

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