[She runs - not from or to anyone, she just runs. Faster than a human body, but nowhere near as fast as Nymeria: she follows the direwolf's scent because it makes sense to, but Nymeria is nearly full grown and huge, and Arya is no where near. Her legs are still short, but she runs hard and fast, pushing herself to exhaustion.
It's not easy. It takes time. Eventually, she slows to a trot, then a walk, and throws herself down on the grassy floor of the forest.]
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It's not easy. It takes time. Eventually, she slows to a trot, then a walk, and throws herself down on the grassy floor of the forest.]