Despite how calm she usually tried to appear, Niabi was panicking. She'd been prepared to kill--she didn't call it 'murder', her father opined that her apathy and weakness justified it, and she still believed him in that--her mother, but the thought of getting caught had somehow slipped her mind in the rush of impulsive heroic fantasy. Bohdan hadn't really covered it. Maybe he had overlooked the possibility as well? Or perhaps he just thought that it wouldn't matter what they did because they'd be dead.
Nevertheless, Niabi had made it out. And now she was alone and meeting a mountainous pass that she didn't want to cross. The sky was overcast, but she didn't mind that. It meant that the sun wasn't too hot on her. She'd caught the scent of a pack and steered a good way clear. She wasn't sure if she wanted to stop here yet.