Blackfoot Forest Flykte

Maiken had not seen as many as of yet, but she had smelled enough. See enough tracks to know many were here, in these wilds from both clans. Both sides. Maiken herself was rather glad she hadn't run into more than just this she wolf. She wouldn't have liked to meet more, that would hate her for her pelt. Though this one seemed to have the same outlook as Maiken herself did.

There are many of your clan too, i can smell them. I endeavor to treat all the same, but prejudices run deep in our families.

Once a hunter, a warrior, now a runner. Wonder what she had done to run. But wasn't that what Maiken was in a way, a runner. Running from home, running from family, running from the lessons that they taught.