She gathered her belongings and headed for the border. She was finally leaving her past and the prince behind. Even though she didn't carry much, she was aware that traveling for four days straight would be a difficult feat for her.
At the moment, she can't get the king out of her mind. He knows where she'll most likely be heading, and may already have his knights residing near the border. Even if she chose to take the long route, it will be too tough for her to walk up the mountain alone. She'd consider the coin again, but she doesn't want to slow down any longer. She must be on the road at all times, and once she arrives, she will be able to rest until a pack takes her and her pup.
When the wolf noticed a stream of water heading towards one of the mountains on the fourth day, she needed to stop and immerse her weary, throbbing feet in the cold water. Fortunately, she was only a few minutes from the border, and her only break came when she fled away from the knights near Twain's village. She needed it. Despite the fact that her feet felt refreshed in the water, she was exhausted.
She knew she couldn't stop for long. She splashed water over her face and arms and rose up swiftly to continue her soon-to-be-ending torture of traveling without rest. She fumbled around her satchel and plucked an apple from within, but as soon as she bit into it, her hands smacked her in the face from a rope tightened around her wrist. When she shifted her head around, she spotted the king's personal troops.
They did indeed pursue her; in terror, she kicked one of the knights as far as she could and ripped a chunk of flesh from the other. She dashed away, leaving one of the bags behind. She tried to disentangle her wrists from the ropes, but it was useless since the rope possessed magic. She had no option but to leave it like is until she could get close enough to the border, but first, she needed to get out of the forest and into a broad view where she could be seen or heard.
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Unlike humans’, beast folk have stronger eyesight, hearing, and a good scent, all she needs to do is get close enough to be detected. She ran as fast as her sore feet would allow but kept tumbling to the ground. She didn’t have much support to keep her stable for much longer. She quickly discovered that the rope coiled around her wrist was draining all of her energy and slowing her down considerably quicker. She was now panicking more than ever.
With her good eyesight now being depleted, her vision became fuzzy. She strained her sight towards the direction of the border. She could see the wall and a few beast-men heading towards and out of it; relieved and in tears, she turned around and realized the knights weren't far behind her. She had no option but to stop struggling. Recovering her breath, she stood where she was, gathering as much energy that was around her as she could before the knights could lay their dirty hands on her. She inhaled deeply and howled as fiercely as she could to warn the other beast folk.
When I said that everyone in the next village near the border could hear the screaming wail of the wolf, I wasn't kidding. Even the knights had to stop to plug their ears, they were scared of the wolf's wrath. Taking another big breath, she howled vigorously towards the border walls, alerting all the beast folk about the king's personal knights, who were too close and coming to take her away. She slumped to her knees, and she painfully sobbed. All of her energy has gotten stolen. She can no longer move much further.
Soon after the wolf collapsed from exhaustion caused by the ropes, she was apprehended by the humans, who were terrified by what they had just witnessed from the wolf.
“She moves alone, and yet for a wolf to have that much power alone is incredible.” She overheard one of the knights standing over her speak just before she blacked out.