Haunted Wood All we do is scream and fight

Her leg slipped out in the lung on the dry, soil layered ground.
She should be more careful.
But before she could right herself, her mistake struck her neck.
Rattler.

Her head swung to him, chin low but assessing all the same. She circled his circle, watching for a moment of weakness.
She thought she saw his hind leg drag for a second and made her lunge.
A dumb move, where her lack of patience in the moment sent her careening into an empty spot where he should have been.