Emberwood Catching my breath, letting it go

Where did she meet him? Where... It was nowhere in particular, nothing, in particular, that jumped out to her. The only way she could think of is how far she ran, and from which direction. Not far enough was something that repeated in her mind.

Uh - E-East of here, an hour or so run away. So I suppose past the marshlands... But not far enough! She could almost feel his presence behind her now, looming in the distance, watching... patiently waiting for her to leave the safety of the pack's borders again. He's not far enough. Fear grasped her by the throat, painting those beautiful cerulean eyes in shrinking despair. With a shivering gaze, she looked up at the sturdier female, hoping for something, what? She wasn't certain, she couldn't dare speak of what she desired from someone she had just met. 

But she skooched closer, wanting to be further from the borders as possible. Curling her tail in as though she was afraid of the shadowed man to grab her by the tail and drag her out - out to where the fiery woman had attacked, and his threat. Out to where Moonspear wolves would take advantage of her sorrows. It's not safe out there. She added softly, defeated.