Ravensblood Forest You don't own me

She felt trapped.

And for the sandstorm, that was never a good thing to be. Chusi had vanished, Zephyr too, and she wondered if the two had wandered away on their own, or something more nefarious had happened to the little girl. She was an adequate tracker, but the little girl's trail had been lost to the wind and rain of the shore. As for now, only Zephyr tied her to the coast. And she hated being tied, least of all to one male she herself was unsure of. 

And thus, she left. Zephyr could always find her should he choose to, but she doubted the male would show again. The absence of the girl pained her, and she would do well to keep an eye out for her, but there was nothing for her here, not anymore. The nomad set her sights south, planning to traverse down the opposite side of the mountain range she had come. She was in good healthy, but autumn had made it's appearance, and soon winter. She was not looking forward to another winter alone, nor was she willing to tie herself to a pack just yet. Which meant should she wish to find herself a band, she ought to do so quickly. 

Now she was here, in the forest, well, it's outskirts. She slipped into the trees with confidence, ignoring but not missing the way the leaves were already touched with autumn's glow. Her expression was cool as she moved, perhaps hoping to meet another face in the trees.