Firefly Glen Yet feet that wandering have gone

Tuya had been spending all of her time getting to know the woods where Dash, Cyclone, and the cute shadow lived. She couldn't remember the cute shadow's name right now, but it would come back to her eventually — he was fun! A little bit of a lost boy, but entertaining to be around. Which sort-of begged the question, what the heck was Tuya doing here? This wasn't Neverwinter Forest; the future pack's claim lay in the other direction and Tuya had no real reason to be over here, except for the wanderer's itch that needed to be scratched.

So, maybe that was it then. She just needed to get out and roam a little bit - can't fault her for that. She hadn't lived in a pack before and the coterie wasn't formed yet; without anything to truly root her to the forest besides a few cute boys, she'd gone roaming. The forest stuttered out of sight for an hour or so and then she found herself surrounded by trees, and the copse on the horizon soon rose up around her. Her interest in the forest was minimal at best since she'd just come from a forest, however she delved between the trees all the same and soon lost her way among them.

The forest was so thick - thicker than Neverwinter, she'd say - that she wondered if she'd be stranded in here for a while. Tuya wasn't afraid of such a predicament. In fact, she was charmed by the idea - the same way she'd been charmed by shadow-boy's story of a knight and a dragon. She prowled among the dense ferns and smattering of spring shoots until everything looked the same, and she let out a loud UGHHH, and plopped to her bottom with a crunch of grass beneath her. Forest, you're very pretty, but I've got places to be and things to — oh; something was moving in the undergrowth. She only noticed it because it was pale, and nothing else in the forest was that pale —
hey, hey! Hello!

She was on her feet and intercepting the shape without a second thought (which was stupid, since it could've been a bear or something equally volatile).