Silver Creek anna no, what an embarrassing way to go

is it okay if we bump to present day?

gamely the red child worked the splintered end of the stick, growling instinctively and pawing at it each time the supple wood bent from her teeth. she did not notice the noise, nor the rush of pale fur -- not until it was upon her. she squealed loudly, horrified -- and instinctively found herself flipping upright onto her paws and running. she knew not where she ran, nor what it was that hounded her -- all she knew was something had come for her, something white and big and malignant had come to kill her, and nothing else.