<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/>Eira wasn't stupid, she knew she didn't have the survival skills to hide from the Wolves. She wouldn't be able to cover her trail and hide it from them so she chose a commonly used track. She was going back over the same path that the last Hunting party had returned, and left, on. the snow was so stirred up here that singling out just her own, small, prints would be difficult and if it snowed at all soon, it would become nearly impossible. She had a rough idea of which way she needed to go. She might not have made friends over the last two years, but she'd paid attention when Trading or Hunting parties came and went. She listened to their stories, listened to the direction they didn't bother to hide because they never expected a mere Human to dare what she was trying...no they were just supposed to suck it up and meekly live with the fact that they were slaves!<br/><br/>The very thought put a low growl in her throat and made fire flash in her eyes. She'd been obedient but un-accepting for two years. More than once she'd been told to find a place within the Pack; to accept her fate, but she refused! These weren't necessarily bad people, but they weren't<em>her</em>people. This wasn't her place and she would never accept living in a cage, no matter how large it might seem.<br/><br/>A cage, no matter it's size, was still a cage.<br/><br/>Trudging through the snow she lost all track of time. It became meaningless very quickly when your goal was to put as much distance between you and someone else, as quickly as possible and she wanted as much space between herself and the village as possible before anyone there realized she was gone. She hoped it would take longer than usual with so many in the Healer's hut. Her thoughts kept spinning in circles back to that, that she needed time and the wounded might be giving it to her.<br/><br/>She had no idea her time had already run out, that she was already being tracked and followed and that how long she ran was at the whim of Zhergan's curiosity about her.