The eyes don’t spot anything more disturbing then a white furred fox or a scared bird or two. One of them sees a large white furred bear but he is out of further range.<br/><br/>As she presses on her breast, a single drop of milk comes to her nipple but she has the distinct feeling that something had bin draining her of milk in her time in the box. As her breasts are not as swollen as they should be and she suspects she has only weary little milk to give<br/><br/>The scented fluids leaking out of her were fine oils the plugs were pumping it in her to keep her moist all the while. She felt like she needed a bath.<br/><br/>After some walking she comes to the top of the hill, it looks down on a small village barely 10 houses with a larger structure with a second story looking like an in with lights shining out of the windows<br/><br/>[Would you like an innocent tavern girl to take her frustration out on or would she prefer to stumble into the next disaster?]