The Tangle Got a secret, can you keep it

She's forced to climb a pile of jagged boulders and her desperation increases. She needs to find mud, a patch of herbs, a water source, anything to hide her scent, to throw him off. A loose stone breaks free under her paw and clatters down the pile, crashing noisily into the brush below. Her stomach knots at the realization that it was likely loud enough to wake him. She scrabbles quickly the rest of the way over the ridge, another boulder breaking loose and tossing her into a pile of thorns. She whimpers softly, swallowing her pain filled cry, terrified. He's gonna kill me. He's gonna find me and kill me. The thought echoes through her head as she drags herself through the vines, the thorns shredding her skin, tearing chunks of fur out, and causing blood to stain her pelt.