It had been a really stupid idea.

Fjallraven had decided that she would try to learn to hunt. She wanted to impress Reich so that he wouldn't worry about her. That she wouldn't have to ask him about food for it broke something inside of her every time she mentioned it. It made her feel as if she was telling him that he wasn't doing a good job taking care of her, that he wasn't enough, which was far from the truth. He gave her more food than her mother had ever given her and her belly had grown to desire more because of it. If she didn't eat at certain times it would cramp painfully and her body had begun to slowly fill back out though she was still all sharp angles. She would never grow into her ears which were slightly larger than they should be or her wide, large eyes that seemed to take up her face in a foxish sort of manner.

Anyways, she had left the den early this morning after Reich had took off to do his daily duties as whatever he was for Asteraia and she had headed straight for the woods with more purpose to her step than she had ever had before. Determination and a goal made her move unlike ever before; it was a heady feeling, that decision to set out and accomplish something.

Too bad it faded rather quick.

Fjallraven had found herself somewhere out of Asteraia many hours and a few missed hares later. Her slender figure ached with such movement since she had fallen out of shape after coming to Molodian. With her mother she had been expected to run constantly and keep up and she had managed even in her starved form. But she had spent weeks lolling about a den and feasting, feeling for all the world as something useless, and it had taken a toll on her body, both positive and negative.

Deciding that hunting would have to be saved for another day (and quite sad that she had failed) she had turned around to try and find her way home, darting under bushes at each noise until she realized she was well and truly lost. LOST! Reich wouldn't be coming for her for a while because he probably didn't even know she was gone. He might go to sleep without ever realizing she wasn't in Asteraia anymore. The panic that had begun to itch under her fur now became full blown; her body grew heated and Fjall began to pant ceaselessly as she raced from tree to tree, ears pricked and body trembling, trying to find some marker that might show her the way.

As the day grew later, her stomach hungrier, and her panic stronger she felt a sense of despair unlike anything before. Would he come for her or would he seek out his friend, Everlyse, and spend time with her, never knowing? Fjallraven throws up her maw to howl but stops with only a choked sound coming out. If she howls and another hears it they might come and they might not like her. The sound of movement snaps her to attention, her pupils wide as she bolts straight for the rock fissure that lies ahead, slipping into the confines with her heart pounding at her ribcage and her charcoal body blending into the shadows.

She hopes the animal will go away as she presses back into the far wall, curling herself into a ball, but she sees a shadowy figure enter against the gray backdrop of twilight and her claws curl into the hard floor. Hello..? The voice almost makes her want to scream in fear and cry in relief. What to do? She couldn't stand it out here alone, she'd be eaten! By a bear, by a wolf, hell by a rabbit with the way she hunted! So after a few seconds she finds her courage. "Hello," she murmurs weakly, ears tight to her skull as wonders what his reaction will be once he finally spots her small figure.