Blackfeather Woods Like summer storms, the skies as grey as leaves.

She realized all at once her grand mistake.

A flash of teeth on a body too different. A man, younger. She narrowly missed teeth that had surely sought to rightfully punish her. She yelped from fear alone like some sort of frenzied hyena. He sought to already move into action once more.

She would not move for a heart beat or two before she followed his trail.

Now a prowling beast instead of a charging bull.