Shadewood Tired Eyes

The feeling of being watched took some time for Chacal to register- but once she did, she'd cast a glance over her shoulder, too frigtened to look for too long, but she at least wanted to know whatever it was that was following her- whether it was another wolf or something from one of her nightmares- that she had an eye on it. She moved with a scared, skulking pace, and flinched at every new noise or every large raindrop that fell near her from the trees. None of this looked familiar, and all the trees looked the same- but her mother had to be around her somewhere?

At one point, she decided to double back and see if she could track her own pawsteps back to where she'd come from, but the ground was so saturated that she hadn't even left pawprints behind. It only took her a moment or two to catch a glimpse of something dark and thin nosing its way through the grass and for some reason, her mind jumped to the irrational conclusion that she was being followed by a dangerous, black snake- so she leapt aside, burrying herself into the prickly boughs of a spruce tree as quickly as she could, and stared out- waiting to see whatever it was as it would hopefully pass by without noticing that she'd disappeared.