She wasn't sure if she ought to go and find Ouija or not, to make him take responsibility for both of their actions. Their encounter had been completely consensual, and she realized that this was her fault as well...but she didn't know what else she could do. Soon she wouldn't be able to hide it from the pack, hide her condition. It would be better to face her father with Ouija there beside her to get yelled at as well. Addison was a full adult now, over two years old, but felt that it didn't matter to Jefferson how old she was; she was still his little girl.
The female had found that she felt a little better if she exercised and she jogged slowly out from the Valley, through the borders and into The Dampwoods. She had to leap over a few fallen logs and sidestep a tree or two, but that was no big deal to her. The wolf was smaller than most, at least a head shorter than almost every other wolf that she met, but she was swift enough on her feet.
Addison wore no clothing on this day despite the cold, her run helping to keep her blood pumping. She wouldn't go too far out into the woods, just a half a mile more, before turning back. The skies were beginning to turn a light gray above her as she went, promising snow later, and she wanted to be back in her cabin by the time it finally started to fall.