Broken Antler Fen It's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality

A rabbit had her sole focus. It had rushed from a secret thicket near the den and sparked an unavoidable need to chase within the naive girl. It was an instinct she knew little about—she couldn't harness it or use it to her advantage; she was only under its control and she propelled herself forward after the creature.

She pushed her muscles harder than she ever had before, begging them to carry her faster across the fen without any idea where she was actually going. All she could think about was the fuzzy white tail of the rabbit a short distance ahead of her.

It ran for its life, and she followed closely behind, the pair moving across the imaginary border. But then the creature disappeared as if by magic. Hymnal skidded to a stop, her sides moving in and out frantically as she tried to catch her breath. She moved slowly with her nose to the ground, hugging the border but still just outside of it. She would find the little rabbit again—for some reason, she just had to.