She was growing tired of travelling. The land had shifted from stone to snow-covered meadows and forests; land that the scarlet Archer was unfamiliar with. She longed for the mountains—for home—but they wouldn’t let her leave. At first she had been keen on the adventure, for she seldom strayed from her mountain home, but the adventure wasn’t fun anymore. It was tiring and boring. Her parents were going to be so cross with her when she returned. The thought brought a deep scowl across her delicate features, her tired eyes searching for signs of life within the dreary forest. She had not seen either of her captors in some time… perhaps this was her chance to make a run for it. East. Toward the mountains in the distance. She wasn’t entirely sure where she was, or how they had gotten there, but she knew if she kept going east she would eventually hit the mountains…
As she crept forward her fiery gaze swept through her surroundings, searching for a flash of pale or dark fur to announce the return of her captors. She had to be quick, and quiet, otherwise she would raise alarm. They had not hurt her yet but that did not mean they weren’t planning on sending her home with a few injuries—or, worse, killing her. She swallowed, a lump forming in the back of her throat as she lowered herself to the ground, her ears collapsed against the back of her skull. She had to move like her father, a shadow, and be quick on her toes like her mother. Otherwise there was no going home…