Emberwood No way we all get through this...

Everfree shared none of Stark's burdens, but she had managed to amass quite a few of her own over the previous three days.

The yearling was well and truly clear of her mother's company by now, but as paranoid as she had been in the first hour of her escape. Every breeze sent her pulse galloping, and mere sight of a wolf among the tree was enough to shift the balance of power between wolf and bladder. Everfree had pissed herself before her brain could register that Stark was a stranger, but she paid the incident no mind. By this point, she was too hungry to care about much more than finding her next meal - the situation was verging on dire.

A head popped out of the dense shrubbery downwind from Stark and his tree, calling for his attention with a shrill "Hey! Guy!" Everfree's ears sagged. "Got any food? I'll trade you."