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Bindu noticed the slight furrow of Element's brow as he spoke to her, "You will not have to swim there." His tone and expression irked her, made her eyes narrow and limbs stiffen. Emphasis and hostility were similar in the light of two dark eyes, almost indistinguishable from one another. Nevertheless, the teen remained because he had given her food and directions and had nice green eyes. Trust was another virtue that Bindu hadn't felt in a while, but she was making progress, even if her trust was founded on her love -and need- of food (and also pretty things).
The cat continued to explain the directions to which she'd have to travel. Something about a ... a pay-nin-sull-a? So many peculiar words swam in the teen's mind, but sometimes she would catch a hazy idea in recognition. Never more. It was like an alien's memories were floating around in Bindu's stupid head. To bubble to the surface in dreams; but when she woke, just out of grasp.
East was a familiar direction, regardless, and Bindu made sure to remember it- but wasn't that bad pack also to the east? Maybe ... maybe if she ran fast enough, the bad wolves wouldn't know she was even there. Keeping this in mind like a positive charm, the young wolfdog didn't worry too much on the matter. After all, she did run fast- or, at least, she was a fast runner once ... or ever? Fast runner or not, Bindu held little concern, mostly because she was incapable of thinking of the potential conflict for too long.
With the knowledge of which way to travel in and where she was going, the teen wanted to start moving again. In a movement that felt like claws on a chalkboard, she stood and stretched out her legs one-by-one. "Okay," she muttered, eyes blinking in a combination that said, 'let's go'. The dirt ahead was colored an inviting shade of dung. It hummed for paws in motion, seagrass and flowers framing it and swaying enticingly. Bindu stood watching eastward, and she hoped that something good would come of her travels. The wolfess remained there for a few more seconds, red-clad and wild. But not free.
In spite of her ambition, Bindu's body wanted nothing more than to rest for another night before continuing. It refused to move an inch further, every crevice and eave dripping with tiredness. Instinct told the wolfdog to stop; rest; sleep, so she couldn't do anything but. Helpless eyes flicked to Element and then at the rising moon as explanation. Bindu sat. Tonight, whether or not Element would move forward, she would go no farther.
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