Bearclaw Valley Why is the raven like a writing desk?

Bear or wolf, it taunted her as she fled back the way she’d come. Druid did not think she’d ever run this fast in her life, nor had she ever felt so afraid. Adrenaline pounded through her veins as she burst back through the stony interstice.

Druid screamed when a shadow swooped at her from above, the sound of four paws hitting the earth ratcheting up her terror. Something snagged her tail and she felt the sharp rake of teeth, compelling her to veer abruptly, speeding toward the cover of the glade.

No conscious thought found footing in her young mind, though some survival instinct told her she would have a better chance there than on the open meadow. Speaking of footing, she nearly lost hers when she did not lower her breakneck speed upon hitting the cluttered forest floor.

Somehow, she managed to keep her balance, only to strike her shoulder against a tree. Druid hissed through her teeth and pinballed wildly for a moment, rapidly losing momentum.