Blackfeather Woods jasmine

Ocracoke doesn’t allow herself to go too far, knowing she won’t be able to get back without help if she gets the slightest bit turned around. Calling for help is the last thing she wants to do, not wanting to bring unnecessary attention to herself. And what if He’s nearby and hears her call? It makes her an easy target. He promised to come for her children and it isn’t long before she’s due.
 
One ear twitches as another approaches, and her feet slow to a stop, already feeling panic set in. It’s another scent she doesn’t know. How far had she gone? Her left foot moves to feel the wetness of the ban and she shuffles to make sure she can feel the water, too—in theory, she should be able to get back—but the sound of another throws her off course. The deep tone of a word she doesn’t recognize (if terror hadn’t taken over, she might recognize it sounded like something Tahani had said) sends her into a frenzy and she jerks back away from the stream. She turns herself around more than she’d have like but hunkers down apologetically, shrinking back to make herself smaller.