The Haunted and The Hunted

Her pace had started to slow with exhaustion, after all she only got at most just a mere few hours or sleep the night before. One unsteady step before another. For a moment her mind wondered to memories of her mother. The woman she was named after, the woman who had meant so much to her and had been the only joy and light in her life. That was till she passed. And just that quickly her body would shiver and the fear raced down her spine of what life had been like ever since her mother had passed. A sigh parted the red and grey girls lips before it was quickly sucked in from a voice sounding right behind her.
The words had not fully registered till the girl had spun around, hackles up, body crouched down in defense and icy orbs ablazed with a new fire. A fire to live and survive. Even in the state she was in there was no deny her will to live and that very will is what gave her strength. After all HE had trained her to always be fight ready no matter what state of being she was in. As her eyes took in the other, a female and a recent mother by the looks. It was then her words finally reached her fogged brain. Trespassing? Her left ear twitched at the words but she did not removed from her defensive posture. If she was trespassing then there were others. She could be outnumbered. One howl from this wolf could bring the others after her hide. And though this woman seemed friendly, Shikoba could take no risk.
Distrust burned in her eyes but she had no right to be the one on alert and distrusting. She had crossed into a pack's lands, a very unwise move on her part. Mind was racing a mile a minute as she thought about her next action. Unwise it was to cross into their land, but was it? This pack could possibly mask her from HIM. She could rest up and rejuvenate before fleeing once more. That was if this pack wasn't hostile to her and would allowing her this brief moment of sanctuary.
Ears pulled up to a neutral position as her legs moved to settle her down on her rump, head lowered. "I....forgive me...I've been running for so long. Im so tired I did not even notice. I sincerely do apologize." She spoke softly, voice hoarse and dry. And though her gaze was submissive they were keen and sharp to any move this woman would make.
Gears had shifted currently for her but sitting here as calmly as possible was killing her. That fear that had been driving her was screaming. Every second wasted here sitting was a second closer HE could be. Her flanks would twitch and shiver, every muscle wanting to move and run, straining for it. But to run deeper into this territory could mean death for her. She could not simply just give up her life after all the running she had done so far. She couldn't, wouldn't give up now. All this fleeing was so she could have a better life, a life her mother would have wanted for her.