<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Brunettes/da38251a-f295-4cd0-bed4-5bcc718adfae_zps23deb5af.jpg) (http://s980.photobucket.com/user/caela_ecub/media/Brunettes/da38251a-f295-4cd0-bed4-5bcc718adfae_zps23deb5af.jpg.html)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Eira<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Any<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Moving through the Village<br/><strong>When:</strong>8th day of the Hunger Moon<br/><hr/><br/>Injured. So many injured had returned to the village today. So many of the best among the Pack were either in the Healers hut with injuries, or looming over those that had been injured, worrying about them. For the first time in a very long time, a small smile touched Eira's lips. She wasn't happy that anyone was hurt, she wouldn't have actually wished pain on the Pack, they had actually treated her well in the two years she'd been with them, but she couldn't not smile just a bit at the opportunity that this set back (for them) offered her. It was as if the Great Mother had finally handed her the chance she'd been asking for since she'd been ripped from her own home.<br/><br/>She even actually took a short moment to pray to the Great Mother that those injured would heal fully...just not too quickly for her own purposes.<br/><br/>Heading into the Sacrifice House she put on the warmest clothing she had, layering it thickly to protect against the cold of the deep Winter and slinging her heaviest cloak on top of it to held her body heat in as well as possible. She knew she was still likely to get cold, but Tikaan knew how to make clothing to protect against the cold so she doubted she'd be in danger of freezing. Wrapping a scarf around her face she gave a small nod to herself and drew a deep breath. She couldn't recall anyone else attempting to run in the two years she'd been here and you didn't even hear many tales of a Sacrifice trying to escape. In the end she could, almost, hope that the Tikaan would simply not want the bother of a surly Sacrifice who clearly didn't want to be in their village and that they would simply let her go.<br/><br/>She doubted it, but she held out a small shred of hope.<br/><br/>Grabbing the basket she used for gathering wood she placed a few days worth of food in the bottom where it wouldn't be noticed, and slung the basket onto her back by the straps. It wasn't the normal time of day in which she went to gather wood from the forest, but with so many injured more wood than normal would be needed to keep the Healer's hut warm so she hoped no one would think it odd that she was heading into the woods. She knew, vaguely which was the road should be and while being that open didn't thrill her, it was the fastest way of reaching any Human villages and worth the risk.<br/><br/>Besides, she<em>knew</em>she'd be taken if they chose to hunt her and she stayed in the woods. No one knew these woods like the Wolves who hunted them!<br/><br/>Not bothering to meet anyone's eyes, but then she almost never did unless someone called her by name, she shifted the basket on her back and simply kept walking with a purpose. She'd found that often times just looking as if you were on business for someone else would keep many people from bothering you. She heard a couple of pups and Wolves talking and ignored them as she did everyone else as she simply strode out of the village heading for the woods and, praying all the while, her freedom.