Blackfeather Woods Let the torture begin!

Quiet could barely breath; her breath was almost perpetually held as she stepped lightly over branches and slithered between bushes. Damn, this was hard. Harder than she was expecting. Perhaps it was because she was with a professional. Perhaps it was because she was being tested. But now she was nervous. Would Burke punish her if she screwed this up? It was the threat of failing and being punished that frightened her into the deepest silence she ever experienced in her life. She was even frightened that her heartbeat was too loud.

The coywolfdog, a few lengths away from Burke now, paused in her tracks. What should she do? Jump him? Quiet, her eyes focused on Burke, stepped forward and found that she almost immediately sank into the ground. A ditch, unseen by her, trapped her paw. Quiet nearly squeaked in surprise, but clamped her mouth shut. She froze, half on the ground, hoping Burke didn't hear her.