He said she kept running.
She didn't. She was too smart for that. She wanted to, of course.
The problem with running, though, was what would happen after.
She didn't want to be alone.
More than that, she wanted to keep hold of the illusion that someone, anyone, would come after her if she left.
He said she'd end up alone. She wondered if he was right.
She had friends. They drank and laughed and danced with her.
She had family: Kozha and the raptors.
When she left home, Grandmother said nothing.