Anju looked back, biting down a hard, sharp retort. She clenched her fists tightly, holding her tongue until she turned once more. Her gaze met the faint, pale outlines of the sky, and continued walking. As she heard the slight murmurs of the gijinka behind her, she tilted her head to the side just to see the evergreens' dark shapes looming over her small, pale figure.
Before she could completely turn, the bag she was carrying twitched slightly, just enough for Anju to recognize the same kick that had happened days earlier. She reached out into her bag, and touched every single of her belonings to count that they were there. Stopping for a moment, she looked back.
"I don't need you lingering around me all the time, it should do you good to live your own life," she hissed loudly. Surely, anyone in that particular forest, even at the outskirts, could hear her deadly tone. "I could say "like normal people" but that would be a lie since you aren't one."
When she turned, she heard rustles again coming directly from the bushes. How can I get these things off my back? She muttered, solemnly to herself. Before Striker could reply, Anju grasped her bag tightly and trotted over to a large tree which had overgrown vines snagged around it's long, looming trunk.
Firmly grabbing onto a ledge in the tree's falling-apart remains of the bark, Anju hauled herself up to another ledge. Murmurs of satisfaction rose among her breath, as she began to climb higher and higher until the branches could barely hold her light weight. Glancing down with cold eyes, she hoped the gijinka hadn't followed her.