Being on the run was scary. Every moment was full of fear of being caught by mage-hunters and killed. She didn't know when she'd get her next meal, she didn't know the next time she'd feel warm of safe.
Grace had been walking a bit in a daze since that afternoon, lost and forlorn. The one thing she had, a bag that had contained little more than a change of clothes and a stale meal. Hungry and tired, lost now, too, she did little more than walk. And walk. And walk.
There was no where to go. No where to be. She was cold and tired and Grace scrubbed her palms to her eyes. Maybe if she found a bear den it would eat her. That would be better than being caught by mage-hunters. At least she knew what to expect from a wild animal.
Then there was a noise and she froze, eyes going wide and her hands by her face while she stared ahead. "H-hello? Is there anyone there?" she squeaked out, hands trembling, hoping there would be no answer because bears couldn't speak.