Run. The single word kept beating in the back of the femme's head as she trotted through the forest, not slowing down, not stopping. The word pulsed behind her eyes like a living thing, driving her to keep going even as her paws began to sore and her legs began to ache. She no longer recognized the territory around, no scents were familiar, but she was still too close as far as she was concerned. She didn't think herself truly important enough to keep chasing if she had already gotten this far, but her family was not known for its restraint. That much was apparent in the reasons she had for running away in the first place.

The shade of the forest thankfully kept her from attracting too much notice. Her dark chocolate coat looked like plain black, the sunburst on her chest looked muted and dull. Good. She finally stopped on top of a fallen log and laid down, carefully to keep her balance, to catch her breath and rest. The last few days where a whir of running and moderate panic; she had rarely slept.

Out of habit she glanced around the area she had found herself in, ears pricked forward and muzzle tipped to the wind. Nothing. It was safe for the moment, meaning the ash and fire female could take a nap and recouperate. She would explore the forest better later, find herself a temporary home in the roots of a tree or something. Yes, that would be what she would do. Finally she laid her head on her paws and closed her eyes.