Whitebark Stream Finally Free

Skyshire froze as he noticed her escape, and from what she could see from here he was right. While the bushes grew thicker over there, the mud must have been higher. When he mentioned an old coyote den with game in it she had to admit she was tempted but for some reason she couldn't shake the smell of a trap. He didn't have a lick of sense in him according to her. Why in all the stars was he helping her? It must be to lure her to his den where she couldn't escape. Where the nightmare she just escaped from would try and repeat itself.

She leaped off the log and back to the ground with a grunt. Maybe if she headed north she could find a safer crossing, or the pond that fed this river. If he wanted it to be so final, fine. She was thankful for his help but she didn't need to keep guessing his next mood all the time.

“Thanks... goodbye.” And before he could say anything more to stop her she urged her aching legs to head off north, along the river, at the fastest pace she could muster, leaving him behind. 

((This was fun! Sorry she thought Cry couldn't be trusted. She's still working on trusting in general. She'll definitely remember him!))