The beach wasn't hospitable. This was either because... It was a beach, and beaches were places of refuse and dirt, or because Khatera's mind had been spoiled to the concept of the sea. The awkward meeting between herself and the ugly duckling of a lady (Caiaphas) had left her feeling quite agitated about the entire thing. She'd much rather leave the sand and salt behind - and that is exactly what she does.
Over the course of an afternoon, the girl hikes her way inland from the coast. When the air begins to clear of the brine flavor she breathes a sigh of relief, but is not quite content yet. The forest beckons her closer - the cover of trees being an easy draw - and she slips in to the tangled mess of plants without protest.
At first Khatera heads east. The trees begin to thicken in places, to catch upon ledges that at first go unnoticed to her tired eyes. A few close calls leave her alert to the sway of the hills, and she adjusts her strides to compensate for the uneven ground. Her path winds irregularly through the forest until finding an invisible wall; the scent of wolves was woven thickly through the trees, and so she pulls back and naturally begins to hike west.
As the night begins to descend, Khatera lets out a frustrated sigh. It is time to find a place to sleep, but she doesn't want to sleep. She was still hungry, but the forest was too thick and dark and unknown to her. Her body was tired of walking, but her mind was bright and brimming for something fun to do.
Stupid forest...
The girl mutters to herself, and her ears flicker at the sound of her own voice, at-odds with the sudden breach of silence. The forest sways around her with the dull crinkling of branches and leaves, and she barks in to the graying dark, Come on, wake up! There's got to be something fun around here.