Something vile seemed to ruffle Rana's feathers, and no longer did she stay seated beneath this tree, resting. She rose to her feet and glanced about...the smell of smoke teased her nostrils slightly, sounds of peril irritated her ears, and the girl cringed. She certainly would not be heading in that direction. No. She would be heading towards the sound of the river, the sound of cool water, away from the mental suffering and sensation of constant fear and anxiety. Of course, nowhere may have been safe at all, but what did a poor, wingless duck know about logic aside from what she wished was true?
Hanging her head, she turned away from the smoky smell and began walking towards the reassuring sound of gurgling water, wishing more than ever that she had her wings back...then she wouldn't have to worry anymore...because then she could just fly away...