September 8th, 2017
The trick really had almost been too easy to pull off, but Mabel didn’t really care. She had told Reginald she was going to walk herself back to the territory and then once she was sure she was out of earshot (she was out of eyesight almost immediately since his vision sucked) she had simply turned and walked in a different direction. First she had followed the trail that she had taken with her mother and her siblings when they visited with their other big sister - the pup secretly hoped there weren’t anymore. She had been quite enjoying being the oldest sibling until Lila and Kyna had stamped away those gloating rights. Mabel thought the oldest Aquila daughter seemed fine and she liked Lila but they had so much freedom, and Kyna had kids her age! It made Mabel feel small, like a baby and she hated feeling like that.
Thoughts of that trip lead by their mother caused the pale Donata to veer wildly off course, she wasn’t just going to go somewhere she had already been! Mabel was well aware that this trip might end up in her being grounded and she wasn’t going to waste it going the same boring old place. The woods got thicker and thicker as less light seemed to reach the ground, but the spooky setting didn’t bother the pup. She had been born and raised in the spectral woods after all, where shapes in the mist almost always seemed to look like a monster before blowing away. It would take a lot more than some darkness and fog to scare a child of the Bend, unless that kid was Ayla obviously.Everything scared Ayla.
She had trotted along content not noticing that darkness seemed to be getting inkier until it was too late. There was no way she could find her way back at nighttime, she would just have to tough it out here tonight she supposed. Mabel sniffed bravely as if the idea did not phase her, but deep down inside she wished that she hadn’t wandered quite so far alone. Curling up against the gnarled roots of a tree her pale pelt stood out stark white in the dim. Closing her eyes firmly she willed herself to sleep, it would make a good story after all and Corsair would be so jealous. But, were those pawsteps she heard? It couldn’t be, it must be the wind.