The Heartwood this skin is tainted by wasted days

she forges out from the wood early that morning, for the first time feeling confined by the borders. she'd never set out from them save to hunt, and even that was rare enough. but recently, it is idle interest that propels her outward, a kind of desire to be unconstrained and roving that she can not quite place. 

but her solitude does not last long; her path takes her directly into that of a girl that can not be much older than herself, one who sparks familiarity. Hela pauses, her position already given away, and regards the stranger. the aggressive one; the one she'd tried to fight only to turn tail when two older males had appeared. "you're the roangeda girl." she states. she appears to be well and truly alone this time, and while Hela (for once) is in no mood to incite a fight immediately, she is ever willing to should the right circumstance arise.