A/N: In which things take a... strange turn. A few bits of memories here and there, too.

Canon name = nickname:
Velouria = Vella. Keaton = Keaty.

Consort: Once again, thank you for the questions you left in your last review.

So yea, across the mountains around the Bottomless Canyon, into Hoshido, and at around the spot where Mozu's paralogue is, just without her mother dying and her village being destroyed, of course.

Setsuna is obviously sexually attracted to traps, and she can't get off until she gets caught in one. So, she'll definitely be back.

Benny is the type of guy to make friends with bears. Bears are beasts. Wolfskin are beasts with human traits. Benny would make friends with the Wolfskin, maybe even wrestle a shifted Wolfskin? Bam, Benny arm wrestling a Wolfskin, maybe Keaty or Vella.

Camilla is going to have to find another hobby.

Yesterday left Corrin perplexed. Humans are supposed to be greedy and basically evil… but both A Lady Setsuna and A Lady Mozu proved otherwise. Were they just exceptions? The people in that village were caught somewhere between rude and well, not nice by any means. They were loud, there was a lot of shoving…

A Lady Setsuna and A Lady Mozu were exceptions, they had to be.

Still, all that really mattered was she was out of that village. And there's no way she's going back… she doubts that even A Lady Mozu would be good enough reason to return. Because, there was one thing for certain. She isn't fond of humans, she'd rather go back and live with her family, the pack. She simply can't understand how humans can live like that. There's no order, everyone just does… things. Who leads them? There was certainly no spot that a 'King' would live in. That, and well… food was just out there. Far too much food at once. It just occurred to her what Keaty meant when he said they wasted a lot. There's no way they eat all of that food.

...All of that food the packs could have, the humans throw out. How many animal lives do they waste? All of those animals who could have lived to seen another day.

No, why would they care? They're just 'mere beasts', just as how they view the Wolfskin. A sudden anger fills her. Part of her wants to stop this journey, not because she doesn't want to learn how to properly use a sword, but because of how much the humans have disgusted her. She simply doesn't want to learn from a human… but that's the only choice she has.

What's of the higher importance, learning to wield a sword? Or avoiding humans?

And so, she keeps walking across the Hoshidan plains, towards 'in the direction of the rising sun.' More towns or villages or whatever the human places are called pepper the land, but she chooses to ignore them. She would rather avoid them as much as possible, lest another image of wasted materials burns itself into her memory. However, she wasn't exactly able to bring a lot with her, as she has no large bag to tote dried rations or more gold. In essence, she needed more food and water.

Now, even though she was raised by Wolfskin, who have no problem eating meat straight from a fresh kill, Corrin has not developed the same tolerance. The meat doesn't have to be fully cooked, but it does need to be heated for a bit. The problem comes in when she doesn't have a steady supply of logs on her to make a fire, well that… and she never participated in a hunt. Her stomach growls in agreement, marking the point that she would be best finding some food.

With that in mind, she chooses to brave another village. Hopefully she has the gold for enough. She has no reference on how much something will cost. The one in sight is slightly larger than the last, and actually supports a wall surrounding it. The buildings also look somewhat larger. And once more, before she even gets to the wall, she can already hear the commotion and smell the food.

"Humans…" Corrin finds herself muttering as she enters the village, town, thing. A place of human residence. She would rather be back in the cave with her family, she wants to snuggle with Keaty and Vella. But, she won't get stronger if she simply escapes into the furry embrace of her brother and sister. While yes, she truly makes enough of an impact by disarming traps, she feels bothered that she can't defend herself. What would happen if she were disarming traps and she was assaulted? The others would be too far away to help her.

It's simple, she would die.

Tears threatened to form as she felt an urge to howl… but she stops herself. This isn't the place to howl, not with humans near her. She hates feeling defenseless. Again, she aches for the company of Keaty and Vella. Keaty would probably point out how ridiculous she's acting, Vella would hold her for a few moments while telling her she's alright. Both of these things only happen to her, the human in the Wolfskin pack. A woman who sees herself closer to a beast than a human.

This human place is far more louder than the last, and it somehow seems even more crowded. Her eyes scan the places where food is being kept, hoping that someone is just selling some meat. Easier said than done, of course. Fruits and vegetables are far more common, it would be something she would get, had she knowledge of any of them. Neither of them were common in the mountainous regions of Nohr… well, they were, but the problem is that she wasn't the one who knew them by heart. One of the older Wolfskin, a female, handled the non-meat products. Since meat wouldn't always be available to hunt.

The most common time would be during winter, and as usual for winter, the snow piled high. The Wolfskin would sleep for longer, but not hibernate as the bears would. However as for Corrin being human, she was unable to do the same, no matter how smushed she was between Keaty's and Vella's fur. Sometimes the cold still got to her, sometimes she would simply be restless. All of them ended the same, she would get up, wrap some beast's fur around her, and walk around.

Snow always looked pretty to her, so she would play in it. She would build small objects out of the cold material. It was a simple kind of happiness. In fact, during one winter, she didn't actually return to the den until Vella dragged her there. "You scared me!" She exclaimed at the time, "The snow blankets scent, if… if you got lost." Corrin looked away, ashamed, then started shivering. "You're so cold, sister…" When they were back in the den, Vella made a small fire, then pulled Corrin close. "Please, don't leave like that."

...and now here she was. Alone. While, if they had to, Keaty and Vella could track her down now, what about when winter came again? When the snow would cover the mountains, killing off the trail she took?

Which lead to an even worse thought, what if she couldn't find her way back? What if she ends up at another pack?

Her stomach growls again, prompting her to move a little faster. Food, she needs food. One thought leads to another, and now she remembers another winter, one where the snow was especially heavy, plants and animals alike were becoming scarce. This time, though, the pack was awake. The alpha sent out several groups, him among one, to get food. Only the young and old stayed behind, who instead worked to make sure the dens stays as warm as they could get them. Leftover animal fur was usually the first to get burned into a fire.

Corrin, being human and as susceptible as cold as she was, had to stay behind. So, she did what the other ones that stayed behind did. She gathered up flammable materials and made a fire, while wrapped in fur herself. She would sit at the fire, watching the entrance, growing increasingly anxious as the minutes ticked by. Every time she would get up and start pacing, worrying for the others, worrying for Keaty and Vella.

They would always return, and she would always eat the meat offered. This would be the only time of year where she stomached rawer meat, she simply had no choice. It wasn't worth the time and effort to cook it when she could simply eat it. But, that's not what made that year so memorable, that happened after the snow had melted and the packs were out again. It happened when bones were discarded. Among the unused animal remains held several sets of bones, connected in a way that Corrin knew exactly what it was.

That was the year the alpha brought back humans.

"Watch it!" She feels someone forcibly bump into her. While it did anger her, she was thankful that the man brought her out of that specific memory.

But then she found out why he did that. "Get back here!" She growled as the man took off with her bag. "Damn human…" Corrin carelessly shoved people out of her way to get to the man. It doesn't just have her meager amount of gold, but frankly, that is nothing compared to the fur that Keaty gave her. Simply knowing that pushed herself further, "Get back here!" She demands a second time as he weaves out of her sight…

But not out of her sense of smell. Forcing her way out of the crowd, she slips into an alleyway, where she catches a glimpse of this man. Narrowing her eyes and breaking into a sprint, she rounds the corner in half the time it took him. "...huh?" The last thing he saw was a livid Corrin, leaping through the air, grabbing him by the head and slamming it onto the concrete. Was he dead? She didn't care, he stole her bag. One of the only things she has to remind her of the Wolfskin… her family, the pack.

"Damn humans…" She repeats as she takes her bag back. Yet, the second she turns around, she sees the other end covered by humans in armor. "What?"

Another, even better equipped man walks forward, a weapon in hand. "Ma'am, stand down."

"...He stole my bag!" She counters.

"The judgement of someone's well-being does not rest in your hands."

..What?! That's absurd! If one of the Wolfskin tried to take her things, she'd have every right to beat them into submission! "That's stupid!" She snarls.

"Thievery does not lead to murder, ma'am. Come with us, please." Without waiting, he walks forwards. There's a few doors near her, a dead end behind her, buildings around her, and a throng of guards in front of her. Most would consider themselves trapped, but she's lived in the mountain, and as such, can make seemingly impossible climbs.

She strapped the bag to her body, then flicked her eyes from spot to spot, looking at various points to imagine the best escape route. And when the guard is within a lance's reach, she had it figured out. The man took one more step, and she dashed forward, hitting her top speed in almost two steps. By the time the man readied his own sword, she had already jumped, springboarding off of his helmet.

She could have sworn that she heard something in his body crack or snap, but she really doesn't care for him. She jumps off of him, and grabs on a ledge, which is actually a small crack in the side of a building. She gains her footing in the next moment and is already climbing the building. The guards were caught off guard by her action, and she already scaled the building by the time they could recover themselves enough to act.

The 'leader' remained on the ground, his neck bent just a bit too much out of place, one corpse next the man who suffered a severe concussion. Human bodies aren't as resilient as Wolfskin's, after all. Yet, she can't find herself to care. Not after what little she saw of what humans do. It's honestly surprising that those leather-clad men who assaulted her sister's group lasted as long as they did. Those men were exceptions, humans are obviously weak. Humans need special weapons to win against Wolfskin… which is why they made those Beast Killers.

Her stomach growls again, reminding her that she has yet to get anything. Keeping how easily she can outperform humans, she looks over the streets, trying to pick out a spot that serves meat. This is honestly sending adrenaline through her, and she likes it. Corrin licks her lips as she finally spots it… before she has to pull her head back as an arrow zips by her. With her heart racing, she dashes across the rooftop, before leaping off of it, covering nearly the entire street in a single jump. She then hits the wall on a building, thankfully her toughened skin providing enough reinforcement to keep it from grating her skin off.

She lands on the ground roughly, enough to cause some dust to fly up. Obviously the nearby humans started to panic… cowards. She makes her way towards the meat vendor, snatching several large pieces of meat, carelessly placing it in her bag, takes a few in her hand, blood and all, and places on in her mouth. The man is shouting at her, but she's already gone. Her heart is racing, and internally she is giddy, absolutely delighted about what she just did…

Is this the same feeling the alpha and his group feels when they raid a caravan? Now… now she really wants to participate in one of the raids. How would Keaty and Vella react when she tells them what she's done. Praise her? Would they have rather she killed them? What if she were to snag some trinkets here, then make them worthy of being treasures?

And in that moment, all thanks to that man stealing her bag, she had lost sight of her original goal. Now? Now she has no problem sticking around a bit if it means she can experience that again.

A/N: What can I say? She doesn't have much for self-control and acts more out of impulse. That and being easily dist...

Treasure!