When animals know they are frail and dying, they will usually take themselves away from their herd and choose to die peacefully. Whether this is for their benefit, or the benefit of the pack is not always clear, though in the case of one particular human, the intent was obvious. She was not wanted in the fold, and so she would give in. Though barely an adult, the girl was not long for this world. Perhaps her doom had been sensed from the beginning, or maybe it was simply the difference in her that had been detected. That wasn't too obvious, no doubt a good thing. The shelter of the trees were not much of a comfort to the redhead, for they were unfortunately not impermeable to the rain. It fell in great swathes, sheets pummelling the hard packed earth and forcing it to part. Through this driving storm that had begun what seemed like hours ago, the sodden girl staggered. Her legs were beginning to tremble under her inconsiderable weight, struggling to maintain both forward movement and support. It was only a few minutes later that she finally lost the battle to keep on going through the hunger pangs and muscular protests. Having not been able to find food or shelter for some time now, she was too weak even for her as yet unknown healing power to help her. And so, in the shelter of the now muddied forest, the girl finally gave up. A fighter since birth, the time had come to lay down her arms, for she was simply too tired.