As I looked into her fuming face, I remembered she hadn't known I was in the clearing, and woudn't recongnise me. I quickly recovered, and masked my true thoughts. I gave her a look that suggested lack of recogniton and, though I might regret it later, a look of scorn. I was curious, and wanted to find out about this girl; thinking about how she seemed to be running, just maybe...<br/><br/>"Watch where<span style="font-style: italic">I'm</span>going?" I said in a voice that suggested I knew better. "If I remember correctly,<span style="font-style: italic">you</span>were the one running. What were you running from?" I asked, then added, softer, "home?"<br/><br/>I let a little more feeling into that the I had intended, as I thought of what home used to mean. A loving Mother and father, a home, happiness. Slowly, my thoughts continued to what it had started to mean after she..left. How it progressively got harsher, sadder, lonelier. And finally, it got the lonliest possible as home meant sleep in Alleys and old, thick trees. As it meant nights without food, and days without washing. It meant scarcely a conversation ever, and the fear for my life.<br/><br/>But this girl, I felt she knew at least something of what home meant to me now. Still, I should be more careful, as this could easily be the wrong assumption. It could quite simply bring me back to my father, or the ghost of him. It could bring me to my end...<br/><br/>I shook myself. I could easily outrun her, no one had ever run like I could.<span style="font-style: italic">no one</span>. I was fast, really fast, and could run the long-distance of a wild wolf. Besides, I had to try. I was unsure just how much of this silence and lonliness I could take. Decision made, I wearily awaited her response.