Kestral had carried the little wolf all the way, stoped only when she needed directions. Moving onward had helped her feel better, for the further she walked, the further from Pepper and her mother she was. She hadn't cried, but she hadn't dared remain. Her note to Jube had been her farewell, or possibly her way of not saying farewell.
She wondered what he would think, her being gone. But he had stood up to Pepper and therefore he could stand up to anyone.
The Lord's Tavern was an interesting inn, full of travelers from all walks of life, and so many species. The funny thing was no one was the slightest bit interested in her. She had coin and purchased her room for 2 nights, and they didn't object to the wolf.
Her first night in a new place wasn't scary, but she fretted for Jube. Would he hate her, or would he just become part of the village. He deserved to be happy and she couldn't remain there and make herself miserable. Pepper would make her life unbearable, which would hurt Jube. Better she was gone. 
She descended the steps into the bar, the little wolf now walking close to her side, she sat in the corner and contemplated what was next. She'd never left the village, so what should she do next. She had money, but money could only last so long. She needed to make a choice of direction and start moving. She would write home again, and Jube, once she had gotten far enough away.
She placed the wolf's food on the floor and, taking out a map the inn keeper had provided her, began to pour over it.