Like a stone

She watched carefully out of her nook and paid a great deal of attention to it as she tried to wipe her mind clear of the nightmares that had cursed her since the day her parents attempted to kill her when she was just a small pup. She gulped when she saw the head of a wolf and attempted to jump back in fright only to hit her back on some sharper rocks behind her. There was the slightest scent of blood and she looked to see she had poked a small hole, deep enough to draw blood, in her shoulder. She scrambled out of her nook and landed on her face and sternum before rolling to the ground. She quickly scurried to a standing position as she backed up as fast as she could and started to run in the other direction. Hints of blood trailed behind her as a few drops went flying off of her fur and onto the ground to leave a trail.

She needed a new hideout because apparently that one had not been so hidden for she had been found. Let the moon do what she does. She sternly reminded herself of a small symbol to her as she kept up her pace. She was still fairly slow given that she had just woken up so her run in fright was more like a jog at best as she woke up. The wind against her face dried the fur around her eyes.