Neverwinter Forest Piscean

Footsteps — then an echoing snarl. Seastorm was already running, though there was only so much speed she could put on with a broken leg. That first snap mercifully missed her, but she knew better than to expect reprieve. Her own fearful snarl answered when his teeth clicked near her haunches.

As much as she questioned the purpose of her life, she didn't want to die. Not before she'd found the answer, at least.