[Following her initial encounter with what she had believed to be a Sentinel outside the strange fortress, X-23 had utilized the caverns and tunnels in the cold mountains to stay hidden as others searched for her. She remained tucked far out of sight for the first few days, especially while she had been attempting to remove her glyph marking forcefully to no avail. Her attention to that marking only waned once she came to the tentative conclusion that it holds no tracking properties based on the fact that she had managed to remain undetected while other presences passed without noticeable pause.]
[Now, after what she can only estimate to have been a full week of remaining loose, she is seeking other shelter beyond the mountains within what those of the Haven know as the wastelands. While the ice had sufficed for gathering water, she needs to find food. The combination of the cold, intermittent intense physical activity, healing her arm, and her naturally elevated basal metabolic rate had burned through her energy reserves.]
[With one arm loosely wrapped over her abdomen and the other down at her side, X-23 walks through the open expanse between rock formations. Every breath she draws is monitored for some sign of life, something that might lead her to a place that could provide sustenance. In the barren mountains where the air had been so cold, she had been unable to detect definite scents, and now, she’s looking for anything.]
[Action] /SO very late
[Following her initial encounter with what she had believed to be a Sentinel outside the strange fortress, X-23 had utilized the caverns and tunnels in the cold mountains to stay hidden as others searched for her. She remained tucked far out of sight for the first few days, especially while she had been attempting to remove her glyph marking forcefully to no avail. Her attention to that marking only waned once she came to the tentative conclusion that it holds no tracking properties based on the fact that she had managed to remain undetected while other presences passed without noticeable pause.]
[Now, after what she can only estimate to have been a full week of remaining loose, she is seeking other shelter beyond the mountains within what those of the Haven know as the wastelands. While the ice had sufficed for gathering water, she needs to find food. The combination of the cold, intermittent intense physical activity, healing her arm, and her naturally elevated basal metabolic rate had burned through her energy reserves.]
[With one arm loosely wrapped over her abdomen and the other down at her side, X-23 walks through the open expanse between rock formations. Every breath she draws is monitored for some sign of life, something that might lead her to a place that could provide sustenance. In the barren mountains where the air had been so cold, she had been unable to detect definite scents, and now, she’s looking for anything.]