Emberwood little wanderer

Leaping gargoyle, at your service! Hope I didn't move this too quickly.

Something moved in the forest beyond her.

Something big.

Something crawling.

Something fast.

And Nanook hovered in uncertainty, ears piqued, eyes sharp, mouth agape, and head lowered to conceal herself amongst the thickets. She had taken her sister's permission to go where she liked and ran with it - quite literally, straight out of Easthollow. And the Apaata, for once, had every intention of returning - her ears twitched to meet the faint scuffle of earth sounding somewhere to her right, but she remained a statue.

If only she made it out of these woods alive.

She had experience enough of hiding, and of running. Very little of attacking - but the presence of whatever eddied around her set the girl on edge with a nervous energy that seemed to light every fur on her body with the need to move. And the thing drew near enough now. In the split of a second, she weighed her options.

She saw only one, and the statue broke from the undergrowth with a sudden propulsion to meet whatever was hunting her.