Shy Deer Steppes ♣ positive thinking and a metric flip-tonne of good luck

God, Fisher’s feet were tired.  All she did is walk walk walk.  She doesn’t even rest.  She can’t. 

 You best keep running, girl.

Even weeks later, Fisher rolls her eyes at the thought.  Kick her out without even a chance to explain herself.  Whatever.  She is better off without them.  Which is exactly why she kept going.  Get as far away from them as she possibly could.  Except now her feet ached and her legs were sore.  She’d put off resting every time it crossed her mind, telling herself she could have just a few days here and give herself a break but that’s what they wanted, wasn’t it?  Just so they could catch up to her when she leasts expects it.

For now, she gives herself an extra day—two days longer than she’d originally wanted.  Fisher doesn’t have long to think about it before she spots another wolf that looks a little worse for wear.

“Who are you?” Fisher snaps.  “And what’s wrong with your face?”

She can’t go down without swinging.