Candela had never seen a place like the jungle, her experiences outside of Blizzardclan were limited. She’d run away once before but hadn’t strayed far and had returned not long after. This time it’d be permanent, she wouldn’t go back not if they gave her no choice. A murderer like her didn’t have the luxury of living a happy life. Her tail was tucked as she approached the border, ears pinned harshly against her head as she stared into the expanse of jungle waiting to hear the fronds ruffle. Waiting for anyone to come investigate.
Plumes of flame would dance close to her pelt in a nervous twirling motion that extended from her ruff to her back. The scent of smoke would as always be so pungent around wherever the wolfdog stood.