A young doe had been rough housing, and got hurt in the process. Guardian had done what she could but the doe's injuries were too severe, and she had died, which left Guardian feeling guilty she couldn't do more, hadn't been able to save her. So now, she was traveling. Away from there, and away from the lingering memories.
Of course, this pace wasn't good for her since she was doing little eating or even sleeping and it was starting to show the way she was slowing down, staggering a bit. Food and sleep, sleep and food, these were pushed aside as she kept walking. For now.
Petite Kitsune