Fox's Glade she's wearing rags and leathers from salvation army counters

@Indra

The moment she'd broken past Kalganov's hulking form, her legs carried her faster than she'd ever run before.  She ran until her paws cracked and bled, she ran until her tongue lolled out of her mouth and her eyes watered from the cold.

She didn't stop when the rain began to fall, or when the rain turned to snow.  She didn't stop even though she knew she was running further and further away from home.

All that mattered in this second was that she was free.  Captivity could have been so much worse, but god, she'd always been cold and hungry and so fucking lonely.  

She only stopped when her body gave out at the edge of some other pack.  Her terrified form scrambled into a ball as she tucked against the outer walls of Bearclaw Valley, and she hoped to still the beating of her heart.

Soon she would go home, but for now all she could think is: i'm free, i'm free, i'm free.