Somehow there was a warming to these tall trees. The wind wasn't circling around between them, and it was very comforting. But she wasn't thinking of the slightly warmer climate or even the fact that the ground was soft enough here for the hard mud to stick to her paws. She was too distraught over the fact that she had been brave enough to travel up north. She was still far from her father's home but she remembered spending a lot of time in these woods. This may have been considered home to her at one point in her younger days. But it had been sometime, she was too frightened to stay up here, she knew she need to be someplace warm that way she was far enough away from her father. But maybe if she were just close enough to their ship, Lian would find her.
Zola found herself in the middle of the forest. Some trees were fallen down, leaning against each other with a thin flurry over them. She sat next to a tall trunk and stared at her paws. She should be leaving here soon, it wasn't safe. And she was already dirty.
