Barrow Fields blood and wine

Get your nicks in now if you want, because I'm just going to have her run off here. This thread his been going on for too long!

With a bellow of frustration, Nab pumped her legs harder, determined not to fall prey to these poor, hungry wolves. She felt for them, really, but that did not mean she was going to lay down and die. The Cat and Calf decided when things lived or died, and right then, she heard no little voice telling her that she was at an end.

And, while she hoped the wolves weren't hearing it either, she it wasn't really her problem.

Nab ran, and didn't stop until the Barrow Fields were long behind her. Only then did she feel safe examining any wounds she might've gotten.