It has been at least a month since her body had nearly been ravaged beyond repair. The poor three year old had declined steeply in health and if it hadn't been for Enderly she likely would not have made it. Anemia was a plague upon her body and although she still was not at her best, she was surely looking up now. With the last round of her afflictions finally slowing to an end she felt that she would be capable of moving out around the forest on her own for now. She had returned to her birthplace within the crags for a short while but quickly decided that it was not the right place to be so soon after her attack.

So she moves ever so silently through the forest that seems so filled with despair, matte silver eyes falling upon every creaking tree, every crackling branch or tumbling stone. She is jumpy, aware of everything, and yet this is probably how the rest of her life will be lived. Yes, she had been in a weakened state when the black wolf had managed to jump upon her but that did not matter. Danger was clearly a disease run rampant within Moladion no matter where one went and if it ever came again she would be prepared at least.

Her head snaps to the left as she whirling figure of another rushes toward her and quickly she backpedals to hide herself behind a dense grouping of berry bushes, hoping that perhaps the sweet scent of them will turn the other away from her position.