At least she knew what wolves were.
Frustrated and growing weary from fear, the gypsy damsel paused to look long and hard down each path. Her months in magicless darkness hadn't properly prepared her to see down dusty corn paths, however, and she found that she couldn't see very far down either road. A snarling sigh escaped her, a forehoof slamming itself into the ground in an eruption of bell sounds, her ears held cockeyed and eyes mildly deranged at this point from the sheer stress.
Where was the Basin? All she wanted was to find her way home, and never in her life had the warrior hearted mare so desperately desired her mommy as she did right now. There was no mommy though, only herself and the choice of moaning monster path A or wolves waiting for an Illynx buffet along path B. Either one didn't settle well with her, her nerves already thinned to the breaking point. To make matters worse, as she started off along the right path just as a horrendous scream came from the shadow behind her; sending her falsely composed walk into a nervous shuffle that, with only a degree of more speed, would be a trot.
Perhaps it was not wise; the darkness did not allow her to see her feet so clearly, and the speedy flailing of her hooves were not the most graceful or stealthy of movements. But a women afraid didn't often make logical decisions, and this was surely one of those moments.
[ Illynx heads east. ]
Any violence/magic is allowed to be used upon Dragomir at anytime, permitting it doesn't kill or seriously maim him without my permission <3