Wapun Meadow There's ice in my water,

He pursued her, and Ellie could feel him behind her with every cloud of snow their feet flung in unison, and the sound of hungered snapping into the crisp, cold air. The hunter becoming the hunted; She refused.
No matter how far she'd have to run, until her chest heaved painfully and leg muscles seized up from exhaustion -- the owl would make it out of this alive. Ellie's freedom had only just begun, and the man of a theived eye wished to take it all away from her-!
She'd be angry in death if this was the fate that closed the book to her chapters. She refused. She refused. She refused!
Looking back towards the man, Eloise would use they very hindquarters he snapped towards to kick up any dirt, snow or rocks in her wake to disorient him -- anything that might distract the bear, and make her escape easier.