The decision had been most of the morning in the making. Her nerves were still trying to convince her legs to run away, but brain wouldn't let them. That morning she'd prepped and given herself a dose of the heroine that held her prisoner. The sight of her dwindling supply terrified her. She had always known that she would eventually run out, but she had wanted to be a part of a pack before that happened. The memories of how horrible it felt when she had gone too long without a dose left her trembling at the thought of what would happen if she had to quit altogether. She didn't want to die. Packs had healers, or at least she thought they did. Maybe they would be able to help her. The logic wasn't necessarily sound, but for the adolescent, the fear of dying ending up dead without having ever had a chance to live was unbearable.
For the fragile girl, the fears had left her headed towards the nearest packlands she could smell. For the socially anxious female, taking such a direct approach had been almost as unnerving as dying was frightening, but she was doing it. She knew nothing about this pack, but she figured if this one didn't seem like a good fit at first, she could check out others. Time was limited, though. She maybe had a week of giving herself bare minimum doses before she ran out, and the thought of what would come afterwards made her pause midstep and shudder. Upon reaching what smelled like the border of this pack, her knees were already knocking. How was she supposed to get their attention again? Howling? Before her escape, simply raising her voice would have resulted in a strike from her master's hand bruising her cheek. Would she be able to do it right? The wind was blowing from behind her, into the strange lands, whipping her hair around. Every passing second left Faryn growing more and more anxious. Her fears were almost making her sick to her stomach. Finally, the honey colored fae grit her teeth, leaned her head back and let out a quick, short, howl. One could scarcely call it more than a loud bark, but it taken a fair amount of effort on the part of the delicate adolescent. Now, all that was left to do was wait.
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