Arye crested one of the gentle, sloping hills that dotted the landscape, the slightly-browned grass waving slightly in the wind. This is where she belonged, out in the sun and wind. There, she paused, sniffing and looking about. Her wild training was kicking in. The plains around her offered little protection, but also offered few places for an assailant to hide. She sat, her three tails wagging happily. Finally, she was out of that oppressive pen, where the walls bore down on her. That scared her, more than if a large Taosig came charging straight at her. Being trapped, without anyone familiar to help her. The pack probaly had noticed her abcense. They had probaly tracked her to the village. What if they were hurt? She wouldn't, couldn't, forgive herself if that happened. Arye shook her head. Best not to dwell on that. Tilting her head back, she let out a high, sweet howl sliding down the scale until it ended in a low, friendly rumble. Then she bounced up, and bounded down the hill. Tall grasses tickled her chin and belly. She smiled, her tongue lolling out. But, she didn't relax completely. If you looked carefully, you could see her muscles were tensed, ready to spring away if something changed.
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