Heron Lake Plateau si quelque chose pourrait jamais être aussi bon

She struggled for what seemed an eternity, unable to figure out how best to free herself. The hardest part was simply keeping the panic down as she wrestled with the errant vine, though it all paled in comparison when she heard his voice call out to the depths of greenery around him. In an instant, she froze.

Never mind that the vine of unpleasant ivy felt like it was tightening around her throat, she hadn't wanted to get caught in her little venture. What she had hoped ot be a swift get away at a moment's notice was turning into quite the opposite, and in her stillness now she hoped that he would think differently about whatever it was that he had heard. It was nothing, she thought strongly, eyes trying to peer through the wall of leaves and tangled branches to spot him again.