The adults seemed frequently busy and Aphrodite would not bother them with her quims. She was a little bigger now, her legs were longer and her pale fur a little fluffier. She could hear and see better than ever! It would be a tiring journey, but one she was prepared to take. And this time, she wouldn't be threatened, because she wasn't a tiny baby. Maybe she'd even bring a mouse back to Elliot, if he didn't decide to chase her down. Her mother's anger was hardly something she remembered from the last time, so as she made her way quietly from the pack den, she could only imagine how proud Athena would be when her daughter brought back a mouse!
Once the den had disappeared, Aphrodite broke into an awkward little jog. The scent of Poison Path surrounded her, enveloped her, kept her safe. But in a single instant, the scent let her go. She'd passed the borders and the prickles, in view of the lake again. It seemed clearer than before. She gave a nervous glance over her shoulder, still seeing the prickles. A step forward then another brought her a few yards away, a location she still thought of as safe. She could run back fast if she needed to. Part of her wished the lake wasn't so far off or she might've tried to play in the shallows. Instead, she found her ears attracted to the sound of rustling in the underbrush. She fell into a crouch, her tail wagging above her. Her nose prodded the air, and she crept forward, spotting the caramelly and dark-striped animal, small...Nameless. It was a chipmunk, but Aphrodite didn't know that. <b style="color:#c980d2">
(random note: my use of the wotd is based on the adjective use, rather than the noun definition, i believe)