Upon this warm afternoon she was following a new scent, hoping it might be something she could eat. She was getting a bit better with her skills, instead of complete failures she managed to catch a mouse, and a rather odd moving rabbit. It did her good to be out, and about doing something for herself, her family. It wasn't much of a contribution to the pack, but it was something. If she wasn't hungry she would try to bring something back. Sometimes she did, and other days she didn't.
Besides, she was starting to like being alone. There were no questions, no conflicting feelings, just the tease of something new on the horizon. Something to find, and all she had to do was seek it out. Yet, the girl wasn't dumb enough to believe nothing would happen to her. Part of her believed it was only a matter of time, so why not live till it happened if she could not stop it? But for the sake of her mother (mostly), she kept a close eye out for anything that might get her, strange wolf scents, or the animal ones she knew to avoid at all cost. But the young Lyall knew she was not the size of a large rabbit these days. Eight months old her frame was filling out, and so slowly she didn't look like a walking stick, but a healthy young lady who might bite back.
And she was not as frightened as the small cotton ball she had been.
The world had many secrets, and she was a curious one wanting answers of her own. How could she not venture from time to time? Home was depressing, and just as scary as the outside world. Theo gone, she could not convince either Trisden or Hocus to come with her, and so her adventures became her own secret. It was without telling anyone she meandered into the Thicket of Secrets.</blockquote>