Hideaway Strath that is the thing that calls to all of my kind

Mallaidh does not slow down when she hears her brother call after her. If anything, she speeds up. She may be built thin and agile but the last thing she knows is how to use it properly. Her legs are too long for the rest of her body and she has a sloppy gait through the woods that she occasionally scrambles from purchase when she makes turns. Once or twice she wipes out but nothing ever causes any harm and she’s far enough in front of her brother to get behind. Eventually, she finds herself flung through a barrier of trees into a clearing. It is something she’s never seen before, though she isn’t entirely sure it’s in their territory or not. Mallaidh turns around, searching through the foliage for her brother, not quite realizing how far ahead of him she’d really gotten.