[Birch]

       Days, weeks, months; how long had she been running? She couldn't remember honestly. All she knew was she had to run as far as she possibly could. She just had to! The fear driven her far far from home but it also had such a control on her that she was loosing all logic. One look at this wolf and one could clearly see she had not been taking care of herself for a very long time. Her rich coat was matted and covered in dirt, she was so thin for her already fragile looking body, and her eyes seemed dull, void of anything but that fear. Birch’s antlers were chipped and gray, the hurt when she turned her head. Her only thought was to push as many miles between herself and the place she came from. But even that was not enough. He could always find her, and once he did, she'd shiver with just the mere thought. She was blind to everything. the she-wolf could barely even get a decent night of sleep.

        She drank from any water source she might come across in her run, if only a few second before some noise startled her into a sprint. Her paranoia was extreme and was making her very reckless. Her pace had started to slow with exhaustion, after all she only got at most just a mere few hours or sleep the night before. One unsteady step before another. For a moment her mind wondered to memories of her mother. The wolf she was named after, the wolf who had meant so much to her and had been the only joy and light in her life. The wolf she know hated. And just that quickly her body would shiver and the fear raced down her spine of what life had been like ever since her mother snapped. A sigh parted the hellions muzzle and she looked down.