These lands were new and strange to her, used to travelling alongside rivers and through forests, it was not all that often that she found herself exposed as she did within the fields. She noted the strange bushes, carefully stepping, placing her paws where she knew it wouldn’t get her into trouble and nowhere else as Lilya examined her surroundings. She couldn’t afford a fight, not without any family and not without a home, nor had she ever been truly interested in fighting… always running and talking, but never fighting. Perhaps it was her parent’s constant persistence that she learn to protect her homeland, or perhaps it was the fact that her sister had died while they were trying to take their minds off of that constant training… she didn’t know.
Or perhaps it was that itch that she felt starting to fade from her paws as the days went by, that urge to run and explore that while it never truly faded, was starting to dull just enough for her to consider everything… it was her demons that kept her running still, the demons she knew would never fade… the ones that probably hadn’t followed her this far. After all, who would waste months tracking one wolf who got away, a wolf who couldn’t stay around to fight the battles of her family?
And yet, she couldn’t find a way to stop, at least not for long… though these surroundings did intrigue her as the peppered girl found herself sniffing at the berries that were starting to sprout on the bushes, almost wondering if they were edible… she’d never seen them before, nor had she tasted them… it left her to wonder. Lilya wasn’t going to risk it, though, because one wrong berry meant certain death.