She had thought she hated this place. After all she had left it. Escaped. But despite the distance her hurt and wants had not eased. Nothing had yet to fill those holes. (Aches of different kinds.) As her eyes traced over the sharp face of the mountain a sad smirk twisted her lips. She ought to be on the other side, but this was as close as she wanted to be. She could not bring herself to go back to her birthplace just yet. She was all about the baby steps. Seeing what was here. It’d be easier to change her mind that way. Besides she was not sure how badly she wanted to be tested in this snow. She was already pushing her luck being on her own. She'd not tempt fate much more.
Following the meandering of the creek, she was mindful of the world around her. She wasn't familiar with this side of the lore, but she was always on guard. A habit she couldn't quit. As she came across a large, broken path, she took it to the creek itself. She made a quick check, and then took a drink. Contemplating her next move. Food would be ideal. It was weird there were so many game trails but she'd yet to come across one of her kind. Something she wanted to brush aside, but knew better not to.