A shrill screech ran out, followed by the stomping and running of clawed feet. Her wings had been injured in the last squabble at the edge of the ever-expanding contagion, scolding herself for not dodging that last strike. It seems as if that battle-focused clan doesn't want a small crow like her around... Adding the clan to her mental list of places not to try and make an alliance with alone, she made her way through the harsh landscape of the plague lands. That clan has a greater crow, don't go there; that clan will try and destroy any crows, definitely off-limits; that clan has a grudge against her, don't head there; that clan covets her deep red feathers so that's a definite no...
Tucking the wings in to hopefully avoid damage, she decided that this place just didn't seem like a good place for her to stay. It's always 'Get out of here, you're too clingy' or 'Don't you dare touch me with those claws!' Never a thank you for trying to help them be more powerful, never a welcoming smile. Of course not. With a sigh, she looked for the least dangerous path in the area, stared at the path. Four, three, two.... run. She ran. She ran and ran and ran, running some more as she darted away from any swiping claws. Nothing was of worth to her here, so maybe there was something in Dragonhome...

Rocks. Dragonhome had rocks. Why were there so many rocks? Where was everyone? Sighing, she squashed a beetle with her claw and ate it. Great. What else would you expect from the Earthshaker's domain than nearly endless stone? Mind as well explore.
Stone, rocks, pebbles, more stone— cave? Might be interesting. Starting to head down into the cavernous space, she decided that she might as well try and find something to eat.
....What was that? Was something else actually down here, in this odd cave? She waited to see if whatever it was would call out, then slowly approached. Maybe she could get the jump on it. Three, two, one... She spread her wings a bit, jumping out to attack the creature. The cave shook gently as she went to sink her claws in.
"Hey, I'd appreciate it if you didn't kill me!" The small frame said in the darkness, stubby leg gently patting at the Wildclaw's leg. As the bioluminescent mushrooms started to finally let off their glow, Netta could finally see what it was. She had almost killed a snapper hatchling that appeared blessed by the Earthshaker, while she was deep in a cave. That would not have gone well. Giving an awkward smile, Netta patted the hatchling's head. "I apologize, little one. Would you happen to have a clan where someone like me might be able to find some refuge?"
The hatchling eagerly nodded, trotting along the fairly well-lit path as she guided the crow. Honestly, the hatchling impressed her on how well she could navigate the paths with opalized eyes and the cave tunnels all seeming alike.
Step by step they went down the tunnel until they arrived at what seemed like an odd ramp tall enough to fit roughly three crows stacked on top of each other. She continued stepping through, headed out into an area of more rock. This area, though. It was safe here. It was a place she could finally be safe.
No one is going to take that away from her.