Belarus has spent the past few days exploring the gardens. She has tramped to and fro, making her presence known to all. She makes no secret of her goal to get out of there and reunite with her beloved big brother in a ceremony of matrimonial bliss. After a while it has become clear that sticking to the normal paths just will not cut it.

Soon, she discovers a way out, all it took was a left turn at a certain tree and walking alongside a particular giggling stream. The air grows oppressive and sweet. She sees wolves prowling about. Even after encountering the creatures of the garden she is still wary of them. The nation keeps her distance from them. They growl at her, but don’t try to stop her.

She pushes her way into the jungle, swatting aside offensive branches and stepping over deceptive roots. At one point she stops to look at the ground. She recalls being told that it can be used for construction. Belarus kneels down, her skirt scraping against the earth as she scoops up a couple of handfuls. It might be useful later if she was not being lied to.

Belarus pushes forward as the jungle changes around her. It is denser, thicker, like it is trying to bar her way. She uses pure brute force to make her way through. Something grabs her hair. She struggles, pulling at the attacking vine with her hands. Another loops itself around her left hand. Belarus is not going to go easily and she keeps on fighting for as long as she possible can before the many vines are able to overcome her.

Sometime later a wolf drags an unconscious Belarus back into the gardens.  Leaving her under a tree for someone else to deal with.

[[OOC: Open to anyone if they want to.  I don't have a good idea of the layout of the garden yet, so if you want her in a specific place for you to interact with then drop me a line.]]