Broken Antler Fen there's no place like home

Skwol nodded and she felt again that he understood on a deeper level. Lucy was still reeling at the thought that she was free from the leash. Her neck had been rubbed raw, but it would not take long to heal. It was not long, though, before the girl was pulled from her thoughts by a question from the pale brute. Her eyes darted to his and she squinted at the first inquiry. How far away? she thought back to herself, nervousness growing with every repeat of the question in her mind. How far away what? How far away did she wander? How far away did she intend to get? Skwol was quick to follow it was a more definitive addition: the devils.

Lucy shuddered a bit against the chill. Her neck craned so that she could face behind her, peering over her shoulder with a soft exhale. “Far enough,” she stated quietly. And though it seemed as if the young shadow was always running from a devil of some sort, she knew that he was referring to the two-legged creatures that had captured her. “I've been crossing land for at least two weeks,” she then added, swinging her muzzle back around to face him. She did not expect that the strange creatures would be able to find them in the wilds.

“You've,” she began but then shook her head softly and restarted, “you know them?” Lucy had not wanted to pry into her companion's life, but the question was eating at her.