Blackfoot Forest Is it love if I take you, or is it love if I set you free

Her footsteps were light as she trailed through the forest. She ignored her trembling, her resolve set in stone. He would not get to her family. Not if she could help it. She growled softly, yet it came out with more fear in it than she cared to admit. Shaking her head, she sniffed her head and froze. His scent. Mixed with...an unfamiliar one.

She looked around, her eyes scanning the forest. No. She didn't have time for another. Yet the scent lingered, and her thoughts suddenly gave her an idea. Would this stranger know where he was? It sent a shiver of terror through her, yet she had to know. Keeping her voice steady, she called out.

Who is there?

The call echoed through the forest, and silence again lay on the land. Huffing, she stilled her trembling, knowing it would be seen as a weakness to whoever was out here, in this forest of nightmares, with her.