Firefly Glen We never letting go

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The attack from the Moonspear wolves had shaken her considerably. Fuck, she kept moving; not knowing if she was being pursued or not. The day was still bright and she could see well enough to keep going. She moved into a glen and quickly felt the footing turn slippery and treacherous. She kept close to the vegetation, trying to prevent herself from sinking into a bog or something equally shitty. She didn't know this land, and from what she could tell it wasn't pleasant.

She paused, listening. She moved on from tree stump to grassy tufts. It was dark, not like the Blackfeather, no, that was peaceful darkness. The kind of darkness that promised the owners protection. This darkness was feral, it could be hiding any kind of danger. A wolf, a cougar, a fucking bear even. They should be asleep now, hopefully. 
Eyes darting wildly, Flicker kept moving and did not stop.