◆ Valencia Ulma ◆
◆ status; excited ◆
◆ location; in the depths
of the forest ◆
Valencia's ears picked up a low pitched howl, maybe even a growl. Being good at finding her way with sounds, she followed the easterly direction the noises came from. Though, she was conflicted. Was this even a good idea? What if she was killed? What if the werewolves decided to maul her and discard her body, never to be found again? A shiver found it's way through Valencia's spine, but she kept trudging on. She overreacted most of the time, so thoughts like this weren't abnormal for her. However, she still had doubts. She was only seventeen, after all. She couldn't do much, and even her fighting skills weren't that good against, say, a full-grown, psychotic man. But Valencia still had confidence that she could do something-
anything to help, even if it was trying to get collars off! A smirk found it's way to Valencia's face once more.
"I'm rather complicated, aren't I?" she asked herself, a short giggle erupting from her.
"I wonder what mother would think of me now..." a whimsical look crossed her face, as she faced the dim sky. It was becoming dawn.
"I have to find a place to hide... stupid police, stupid father..." she grumbled, searching a tree to climb.