Moonspear I don't wanna go, go, go with the flow

She wasn't a fool? That was good. But she knew the mistakes she made, had dwelled on them in long thoughts when she was held captive, and on her way home, and now was prepared to speak on them again. She knew she wasn't supposed to wander. But, I mistook the glen as ours. Moonspear scent was upon it; I did not think I would find any danger there. She had swiftly been proven wrong. Apologizing again seemed redundant, and she fell silent, following her mother's steps obediently.