She obeyed the instructions given to her, and tried to walk without making too much noise. This was difficult because of the curve of her previously broken limbs; Dawa wondered if anyone noticed just how broken her body really was, and if they wondered about it. She never thought about telling anyone since nobody ever asked - and how would the pack react to learn that Raheerah had been the one behind her frailty? Her legs had been broken and they had been set, but they were twisted and crooked things. Like old branches on a tree.
Steps were careful but awkwardly placed. Dawa was not used to this type of travel; she was focused upon the act of creeping and forgot to listen for the prey, and she ended up in the wrong area entirely - herding the prey towards Anemone by default. The woman gave a murmuring whine as she sank in to the snow, settling her rear down upon the earth. Believing herself to have failed, Dawa did not bother continuing.