Thread:Roleplayy/@comment-35641939-20190903222020/@comment-37335257-20190909113937

(Poor Karen.)

Amaya was still wandering, when she heard something. Narrowing her eyes and crouching, she speed through the forest, heading fo the sound. The cold, crisp hair carried it far, so she ran for a bit. Finally slowing down, dang, she needed to get in shape, she pulled up at the border. Looking around, she saw people, she ducked back, suddenly scared at being seen.