Fairspell Meadow an agitation of the air

Pumpkin did not notice the other female until she chuffed, and therefore, almost jumped out of her skin. She grit her teeth together hard to keep from yelping and spun her head around so fast that she got a crick in her neck. Oh, thank the stars. It was just another wolf, who seemed equally as unwilling to let the bear know that they were there. Pumpkin nodded silently in acknowledgement of the woman and continued scooting away. The farther she got, the less her heart hammered in her chest, and she was about to sit up, thinking that she’d gotten enough distance between herself and the bear, when suddenly the wind changed direction.

The bear sniffed the air curiously, then stood on its hind legs and let out a roar, turning around to face the two wolves. Pumpkin bit her tongue to keep from screaming and held still, unsure if the monster could see them or not, hiding in the grass. It continued sniffing the air and giving warning calls, and then began to lumber towards them slowly. It didn’t seem overly concerned, but Pumpkin certainly was. She turned quickly and hissed, “Run!” to the woman in the grass with her. Without waiting for a reply, she took off, fleeing like a mouse running from a cat.