Blackfeather Woods Where good girls go to die

Liri stood, a bit shaky from eating only rats and stale water as the pup continued. She'd be damned if she would show weakness to children, even creepy malevolent children. 

Her head cocked at mention of the man. A brief imagery of his orange-cream coat and vivid lime eyes flickered in her mind. 

"Not safe, not safe, not safe." The tiny voice chanted in her head as Liri began to giggle hysterically. She laughed so hard her sides ached.

"You lie, you lie, you lie," she hissed, lips twitching as if trying to decide whether to grin or growl. "He's not here, he's not here, he's not here," Liri practically crowed with madness. The tiny voice had taken over.

"If he were here...he'd have eaten little children like you," she slunk closer, leaning in and fighting an urge to snap at his face. "He's a real monster; real, real, real."