The Haunted and The Hunted

She would sit there restlessly; the urge to move again, to run and nagging at her. But she knew better than to go farther into a pack's territory. Unless she wanted a death wish, which for a brief second it was tempting. A blink of her eyes and that thought was gone. The words of the other woman made her physically flinch as if she was struck. She had never thought anyone would ask her that right away. Her mind was racing a mile a minute as she tried to think of something. There was no way she could tell her the truth, it wasn't safe. Her sitting here wasn't safe! Panic tightened her chest as her breathing became short and fast.
Pure panic seized her causing her next actions to not having any forethought to them. She scrambled up, head whipping around before she darted forwards, attempting to begin running. It wasn't safe, she couldn't risk anyone else's well being. But she would not go far as her body gave way. She crashed into a heap, a groan of desperation leaving her lips. "I...cant...just....no.." she muttered with eyes closed. Tears swelled up and began to roll down her face.