As the seemingly gentle voice echoed through the alley way Korra let out the slightest whimpering cringe knowing full well she'd been found her luminescent green eyes glued shut as the pink tinged tears streaked down her face. She cursed her self and scolded for being so afraid, and even more she fought the urge to give in to the gentle voice that almost cooed to her sore ears, they washed warmly and almost familiarly against the pounding waved that rushed through her head with every beat of her straining heart.<br/><br/>"P-please d-don't  hurt me, I swear I don't know what you were talking about!" she blurted out in a meek voice, the sound came out scratchy and pitchy through her fear and sore dry throat. She sunk deeper into her spot of hiding wishing that she knew where to go, what to do. She didn't feel there was any where left to run, no where left to wander. So she waited for the cooing girl to find her, to expose her cover and to take what little life she had, or at least the few days of wandering that she had done, from her.