Hushed Willows she thought she was done

Euphemia traveled and walked and limped until she could no longer. Her pad paws bled and ached, buckling under her as she more or less stumbled forward. The Willows seemed safe and she was content to rest for a bit. It wouldn't do her any good to jump at all the sounds this strange place brought, but she knew she couldn't help it. If a sudden noise came up, she would yelp in fear.

That's just the sort of coward she was. The small woman would find a place to flop over, her breathing almost labored. How long had she traveled for? It was still winter, even here. The last land she had come from... it had been winter too. But it didn't bring any comfort to know the two were close by. In fact, she wanted to run far away from each land she'd come across. She found nothing there to keep her.

So she was flighty - and a coward. What a delightful duo. Maybe, with some small hope, she'd find somewhere to go here. But all bets were off when she heard a rustling. It was a great rustling, too. The young woman whimpered softly, her eyes focusing on the entrance she had just entered. Was she being followed?