Little Runaway

There had finally come a time when she had become free of her family, and when Kaitlyn had the chance to run… she took it. The brown-furred femme ran and ran, hardly stopping in any given place for long. Her mother, in honor of her grandmother, had named her Kaitlyn. From what she had heard of her grandmother though she had been little more than a slave. Kait prayed she would not end up as such, but as it stood she was a fugitive. A runaway from the darker members of her family… and she had no idea where she had run to. She was somewhere autumn-touched, however, with rolling hills and buffalo. Her ears pricked forward, her heart pounding in her chest. This land was strange, so very strange…