Shy Deer Steppes she the hunted

The question was one that did, in fact, surprise her. Many things would.

Everywhere, she answered, not at all very thoughtfully. And it was the truth. Even as a young cub, Mouseberry had been on the run with her family. And when she could hunt on her own, and after her mother and father again sought one another, she ran alone.

Mouseberry had not stopped since she had begun. It was another reason she was so lean. Hardly muscular or strong, but made and accustomed to her lifestyle. She looked to Jawahir, cautious still, and asked, is it not the same for you?