Bramblepoint No one knows

[table width=85%][tr][td]She has just started to slip into the dark warmth of a deep sleep when her silence is disturbed.

The sounds of other permeate the asylum of the cave in the form of footfalls and a soft sigh, shattering any semblance of safety that the nymph feels. 

Liri is recovering, slowly, but this is enough to send her heart thump thump thumping against the confines of her ribs as if trying to escape. Her breath quickens, bursting from her lips uncontrollably; wide dark eyes search the dark though she cannot see an inch into the pitch. 

Liri presses back against the corner of the cave as if it will help her dissapear; her ears squeeze to her skull and the fur along her spine puffs with fear. The acrid scent of it fills the cave, nearly suffocating as it gives away her quivering presence. 

Liri remains silent with a childish hope that if he cannot see her, he will not find her.[/table][/tr][/td]