Deepwood Weald Black-eyed Susan

The voice through the trees halted her, but Reverie couldn't bring herself to turn back. Her heart was racing in her throat, and she couldn't seem to catch her breath; how could she face her like this? Instead she sank haltingly to the ground, somewhere just out of sight, and trembled there for some time. It felt like forever.
Eventually, if the pale-furred wolf made no appearance, Reverie would find the resolve to truly flee. It was just too much. The scent, the stress, the ever-mounting feeling of isolation. Panic ruled her now, and it would only build over the coming hours.