The young elfish woman makes her way through the woods, bow in hand. She has been in the valley for a week, tracking down prey. At the moment she was far from her camp. Gwedhiel felt foolish for traveling so far today, she knew it was going to storm. Now the clouds covered the setting sun and a light rain began to fall. Gwedhiel pushes her damp, blonde hair out of her eyes and kept walking. She was too far from camp to try and go back, she should probably find a place to rest for the night.
Eventually it starts to downpour, Gwenhiel realizes she can no longer choose to be picky. She spots a cave up a little ways on the side of the cliff. She puts her bow on her back, pushes her hair out of her eyes once more, and grab a rock of the cliff. It is tough but she makes it up to the little ledge in front of the cave. It will allow her easy access out of the valley, it is much easier to access this cave if you are above it and out of the valley. Gwendhiel steps inside and looks around, it is dim and hard to see but she will stay dry.
Gwendhiel is no fool, she knows there could be any sort of beast in here, a bear, a demon, wolves, anything. But she is gar too tired to worry about it. She rests on the ground, staying near the entrance so she'll be able to run. Her large, D-cup breasts are shining with moisture from the rain and her long, blonde hair is dripping onto the floor. Her skimpy leather outfit is soaked and uncomfortable to wear. She peels it off and rests on the floor naked, using her clothes as a blanket.
Eventually it starts to downpour, Gwenhiel realizes she can no longer choose to be picky. She spots a cave up a little ways on the side of the cliff. She puts her bow on her back, pushes her hair out of her eyes once more, and grab a rock of the cliff. It is tough but she makes it up to the little ledge in front of the cave. It will allow her easy access out of the valley, it is much easier to access this cave if you are above it and out of the valley. Gwendhiel steps inside and looks around, it is dim and hard to see but she will stay dry.
Gwendhiel is no fool, she knows there could be any sort of beast in here, a bear, a demon, wolves, anything. But she is gar too tired to worry about it. She rests on the ground, staying near the entrance so she'll be able to run. Her large, D-cup breasts are shining with moisture from the rain and her long, blonde hair is dripping onto the floor. Her skimpy leather outfit is soaked and uncomfortable to wear. She peels it off and rests on the floor naked, using her clothes as a blanket.