There is a touch of guilt as she moves through the tall grass the borders the river; she should be out there, after all, in the vast free lands. She should be providing aid to those that call no place home - wasn't that what she had promised herself but a season ago? She isn't sure what's stopping her - has she grown weary already at her young age? Did she harbor some unfounded uncertainty in Moonfeather or the other caretakers? Or was she afraid of making Samus follow her, that Samus didn't
really want to leave? Whatever it is that haunts her subconcious, she hopes quietly within herself that time in the free lands will reignite the spark she feels dwindling.
When she catches a glimpse of somebody in her peripherals, her breath catches within her throat, an almost choking sound as she swivels her head to really look. She is in the distance but Sila can make out the grey and white of her fur, smell the familiar scent...feel the anxiety rise within her chest like a stone. If she was hoping for an answer, she finds one there and then as her mind flashes with images of torn flesh, thickened black blood, the looming feeling of a bear as its shadow moves through the woods. She pictures the woman's eyes, hears the gurgling of blood...and when she finally snaps to, her heart pounds against her chest. Her eyes are wide and she finds herself clambering forward towards the other woman, her steps shaking and frantic.
"But....but..." she is close enough to be heard now but she cannot muster words, not truly. She stammers, alternates between approaching and standing in confusion as she attempts to understand. Wasn't she dead? She had seen her... bloodied, torn, gurgling for her last breath. She had cried in front of the woman's parents and taken her father's anger. But here she was - older, healed, here.