Not actually sneaking out

Each limped step laced more pain through her mangled paw, and though Aryn started her walk just as the sun began to rise she did not make it to the border until it was well and visible in the sky. Recluse had chosen a punishment to fit the crime indeed, as Aryn knew she had little hope of running away again on a paw that had been thoroughly declawed. Upon her chest she wore a sore and crusted over set of wounds, deep slices of her alpha's own fangs. It was a careful reminder that had Recluse truly wanted to tear her heart out that she could have - and only hammered home the threat of what was to come if she tried something like that again.

Without the bravery to move further, she found herself at Habari's border. The albino alphess slept during her days, so at least Aryn could have some small feeling of safety that she would not find her here. She wasn't trying to run away, not truly, but poking her toes over the border felt freeing in ways she couldn't explain. Had she ever been locked away anywhere? In Lirim she was welcome to wander, even in Habari before the sickness she had the ability to see neighbouring territories and explore. Recluse hadn't outwardly said that she was relegated to Habari territory, she supposed, but risking it and the alpha's wrath was not something she could ever muster the bravery to do.

Instead she settled down into the grasses beside the stream, lifting her unharmed paw and scratching absently at her head. Horns had budded in from her skull- the only positive thing that had come from that long, glowing night. Whatever prompted their appearance she had no idea, but whatever it was she hoped it meant someone was looking out for her, even now as she may maimed.