Daine doesn't get very far before she runs into a corner and has to turn back around, breathing heavily. She's trapped, and there's no sign of the Pack. Have they abandoned her? No, they wouldn't, they wouldn't. But where are they?

Something stirs inside her at the sound of her name - especially her full name, which she hasn't heard in a while. She rocks back onto her haunches, eyeing the stranger uncertainly, until it hits her: that's the name the villagers know. This two-legger must be with them. She's one of the hunters.

Daine's limbs are shaking, and she uses both hands to steady the knife as she points it at the two-legger. She won't be captured, though she'd much rather run than fight. Risking a glance up at the fence, she registers that it isn't that tall. Could she jump it?