Finding Her Paws

Summer’s once beating heat became a distant memory the moment night came into play. Cooling winds brushed through the overgrown lands. Grass swaying from such a gentle caress, followed by the occasional fruit falling to the earth beneath it. All of this had been taken in by Chesna as her paws continued their unknowing path t’wards claimed lands. The scent of markings hung heavily in the air. A warning, not only to her; but, to any who dared tread too closely. Something she wished not to do. She didn’t wish to cause herself any trouble. Especially with her lack of confidence when speaking English. To find someone that understood Russian would prove more than amazing. So she wouldn’t sound like a blubbering idiot. For the briefest second Chesna thought of returning back to Ashen. They hadn’t done anything to her. Per say. She just couldn’t stand the lack of attention. No others came to visit or greet her. It seemed as if her services weren’t needed.

An owl hooted from somewhere amongst the tall trees. Sheep bellowed out through the hills ahead. Saliva began to pool at the edges of her lips when hunger finally reminded her it needed to be satiated. When was the last she’d been fed? The question alone stopped her steps. Reality hitting her like an ocean of water. Chesna had no clue how to take care of herself. Besides drinking water, the training they’d given her proved futile in this moment. Anxiety bubbles like lava inside her empty belly. Tongue slipping out to pant against every onslaught of thoughts. Her very mind tried to consume her into a bottomless pit of darkness. What was she to do? Small body trembling under all the pressure, Chesna simply sat just short of the borders. Vision blurring over as time passed.
Walk~"Speech"~Thought