Silver Creek anna no, what an embarrassing way to go

the thing did not chase her; indra fled on foot fleeter than any spirit, her breath rapid and sharp. she did not stop until she was at the den, and even then her heart still galloped onwards with fear. she threw herself in between laurel and spring and stayed there panting until exhaustion overcame her and she fell to a fretful, dreamsplattered sleep.

wrapping up since this is outdated!