Phantom Hollow Thought of all of the people

Screech was no magician. He had no affinity for parlor tricks, but he'd never been very interested in such things as entertainment - being a warrior had always been his priority. But right this second he would've sold his soul in order to throw his voice or do some kind of ventriloquism thing, maybe scare the girl back from whence she came. 

It chilled him to the core when the wolf began to look around for him. He was just on the other side of some trees and, from time to time, he thought she was looking right at him. He couldn't run, couldn't breathe, just stood there and watched as she investigated the snow and came creeping closer - until he had to take a breath, at which point he backed up a step and ducked his head, trying to breathe without being heard, but he accidentally jostled a small winter-clad shrubbery with his right shoulder.

Fuck.