Hideaway Strath we didn't quite do what we thought we could

Ran's paws were sore from walking so far away from Moonspear, so she was happy enough to be carried most of the way. She was frightened and sometimes she would cry out when she suddenly realised how unfamiliar everything in the situation was. By the time they reached Teaglaigh, Ran was too tired to be fussy anymore though. As she was set down, she followed ever so slowly. "Tiyums," she muttered under her breath as she put one sore paw in front of the other, going very slow because it was only recently she'd learned to walk at all on her three good legs. Her right front leg was burning from the extra pressure and exertion, but survival instincts told her to keep pressing forward, even if it was hop by painful hop.

"Wha's gone?" she asked, looking up at Hemlock with a questioningly tilted head. Her left ear perked up curiously while her right stayed flopped down. She didn't know what the words were that her new caretaker spoke, but her tone of voice was soothing still so Ran felt safe enough, knowing instinctively to stay close in order to survive.