Whitefish River Boom, boom, boom, clap

The monster stood higher, shaking more violently and even seeming to take a step forward for every shifting step back. Saēna shrunk back toward the plateau, putting a little more distance between herself and the sick wolf. Jinx was saying things that made no sense to her, and she was beginning to feel urgent alarum rather than morbid fascination. Ears shifted uncertainly on her head, yet she still remained there near the river, locked in a battle between her interest and her fear.

“I don't know what you're talking 'bout,” she squeaked tremulously, lashing her tail agitatedly and letting her hair prickle to show her discomfort. She jerked back when Jinx threw herself to the ground, moaning to be saved, and at this point Saēna grew tired of it. She slowly backed away, then turned and quickly and choppily began to climb the path back up to her home, looking back over her shoulder only to make sure the infected beast wasn't following her.