Mary tucked her wings in close and dove into the forest. She dodged past tree limbs, only fully unfurling her wings at the last moment before she hit the ground. She slowed to a sudden stop and shut her eyes tight against the debris flung up into the air in her landing. Once it had cleared she opened them again, glancing around the area.
In the pre-dawn gloom there wasn't much stirring. Birds had begun to sing but hadn't yet reached their full morning chorus. She'd have to find somewhere to sleep in the area for the day, having been out too far to get back to her brother and guardians. Won't that make him worried, she thought dryly to herself. Vlad did have an overprotective streak. She'd been taking care of herself all the time he was mourning but now that she was back in his sight he seemed to think she was going to die if she wandered off for a night.
"It doesn't look like there are any monsters lurking around in bushes here," she murmured to herself.