Cedar Sweep I'm just burnt out from pleasing you

Here we go. Her feet started their little dance again like the first steps into the dancefloor. Tentative but sure.
Which direction? How about where she came from?
She certainly struck something because she was pissed. Moreso than she reasonably should be (but what was reasonable for a mother?)

That flicker of intent was enough to have Vanity start stepping away, luring her into the chase.
If Vanity had money to bet, she'd say Nyra came from that riverside pack she skirted around.
So that's where they'd go. Maybe.

Nyra started into her forward step, setting Vanity running in the opposite direction from the strath. She could hear her assailant behind.
Making a wide left, she circled around wide enough so she was very unlikely to be intercepted, and set course for the Strath.