Fiarra
The woods appeared to be endless, and I was getting trapped in them as I ran for my life to the inside. My wolf has given up and I can no longer transform into my wolf's form until I regain some energy.
The whispers in the wind alert me that the enemy is not far behind but almost there to reach me. I could hide but these plain woods cannot help. I was panting with quick breaths when my legs gave up. I fall on my knees and they hurt. I know that if I stopped now, I would be dead soon.
Having no other option but to run, I gathered some courage and power which is left little inside of me. I ran and ran and passed out on the dirty ground.
The predators lashed at me as I struggled to get released from their grip. One of them slapped at me and a burning tinge coursed through the ear.
