January 15th; Early evening; Patchy heavy snow; 36° F/2° C
It seemed that @Mirren Tainn had been patient and, for that, Taima Lyall was grateful beyond measure. Whenever the snow had tripped her up and made her fall out of step, he fell back and waited until she was ready to press on. What should have been a day-long trek across the Lore was a number of days, a cycle of rising, scavenging, traveling, getting to know one another, then resting and sleeping before starting all over again. By the time the masked duo had come close, the girl was exhausted, weary and nearing the end of her rope. Hunger still had her stomach in its clutches and anytime she thought she could pick up the pace and keep in stride with his set of longer limbs, she had stitches in her sides and ribs.
When they had finally slowed, she gazed to the trees that had risen up all around her, the frost-adorned hedges obscuring her line of sight at every which angle if she continued to move forward and take a look around. The rabbit-hearted girl sought her escort's gaze, calling to him at first with only with a soft whimper to signal him that she was not sure if she was ready to proceed. Her tail waved behind her twice before lowering in apprehension and curling inward as she took one a step to one side, drawing close to the trunk of a tall tree that was covered in dead moss.
"Mirren?" she mewled in the gathering darkness. She thought she heard footsteps advancing and scurrying away, her ears tall atop her head as she trembled. The trees around them were nothing like the ones she had remembered in the Cedarwood, but she had realized that they definitely had a better aura than the copse Mapplethorpe and Naira had claimed. At least these twisted earthen giants were thicker, taller even; and, the fog that clung to the bare canopy above bestowed upon her a feeling of security, as if she could disappear entirely if she so wished to.
Over the brief span of time they had spent traveling, Taima had told him a number of things - where she had been born, who her mother and father were, how she longed to look into her mother Jaysyek's mismatched eyes, how much of a goofball her brother @Ryvet was, how Mapplethorpe (described as a strict, aging Leader) had scared her beyond her wits, how she missed the feeling of soft pine needles beneath her feet, and how she hoped one day to manage a pack and family of her own if she was lucky enough to be given such a chance - but what she had failed to tell him was how frightened she was of his pack. They might have been an entirely different pack in comparison to Naira's band of misfits, but nothing was for certain as to whether or not they would like her or see the potential in her as Mapplethorpe and Naira initially had. Maybe they would recognize her or say she reminded them of someone, or maybe they would see how thin and ragged she looked and dismiss her completely, thinking she was there to hornswoggle each one of them while living off the pack's caches. Yes, she needed sustenance and the means to stay healthy, but somewhere further up, her need for security and a safe haven from Hollowheart Keep outranked her hunger and thirst if only for a little while.
She stopped in her tracks, lowering her head in uncertainty and slicking her snow-tipped ears back. "Mirren, wait. I meant... I-I meant to ask this yesterday," she started, her voice barely above a whisper. "Can you tell me what they're like? Your family? Your Leaders?"