Amora was shaking hard when she heard a voice come from the black bird. Regardless of the fright she felt in her heart, she continued to run as fast as she could carry herself. "I don't care where I go, I don't care!" she cried out, panting heavily. It was apparent that she was not fit enough to run for long. Amora had ran away more than once from the slaver, and that didn't help her hunger situation in the slightest. Quite the opposite, actually. That horrid slaver would refuse to feed her a meal or two whenever she was caught again. Just the fact that she had gone at least a day without food made it difficult to continue at the pace she was going, let alone much longer. Plus, with how small and thin she was, it was only a matter of time before she could run no further.<br/><br/>A few hundred feet later, she came to a stop. Leaning against an old pine, she bent over, nearly in tears at how her body refused to make another move away from her crow-master. "Please.." she gasped, hugging herself around the waist, "I don't want to go back. Leave me alone..."