As she walked amoung the townfolk, heading towards the nearest exit, she found herself in an odd situation. The sound of heavy hooves hitting the ground caught her attention, as she knew that sound well from past experiances. Hiding within her cloak now would more than likely make her more suspiscious, since she was certian her thieft had been reported. With a disatisfied sigh at not only having to take off her hood but at her own stupidity in not being careful enough.<br/><br/>As she pulled back her hood she looked with her piercing blue eyes, keeping an eye out for the one upon the horse. She reached up towards her head, with her one good hand, and fixed her hair so that it laid smoothly ontop the cloak. Her hair went down to her mid back and was mainly brown with natural highlights of tan and black. Odd to most but normal for her. As the thought of her hair color came to mind, she decided to calmly walk inside the next building she saw, which turned out to be an Inn.<br/><br/>As she walked in there was not a single person there and she sighed at her luck, taking a seat in one of the empty chairs close to the door. Once the sound of the hooves started to die out she opened the door and closed it quietly and quickly headed for the exit that was just in sight. She was happy with how quickly things were starting to work in her favor and watched as the sun was starting to set.<br/><br/>When she made it out of the town she headed for the trees, hoping to hide within them till things blew over. She went in deep enough to not be found easily and once she found a nice location she took off her cloak completely and wrapped her pack up in it and laid in the grassy clearing watching the sky darken. As she slowly started to drift into a sleep she found herself getting an odd feeling. Someone was coming and to have came this far they knew what they were looking for. She picked up her cloak and pack, tucking them underneath a push far out of sight and did the only thing she could think of, hoping it would work. Within a mere few moments, in her place where she stood was now a hawk with a lame wing. This was a feeling she hated, not being able to fly.