Meadowlark Prairie Thanks For the Memories Even Though They Weren't So Great

Lunae just screamed, then she went back to panting. This was bad, very bad. She had to get away from this mad wolf, and outrunning was defiantly not an option. Instead, she scanned the ground for anything that she could hide in. A dense, large thicket was close. She would use her size to her advantage and go under it.

 She dashed left then to the right, where the thicket was, in hopes to confuse him. She ducked and entered the thicket. Crawling all the way to the middle, Lunae curled into a ball. She shivered with fear, her coat blending with the thicket. 

"Please don't hurt me," she whimpered.