Blackfeather Woods plating

wolf wolf wolf wolf wolf

terrible storybook beast that ate red riding hood and the seven goats and now stood there are menacing and black terrible terrible-

when the wolf took a step forward the dog spasmed as if struck and rushed backwards and away, eyes still rolling in search of more monsters lurking in-between thick dark treetrunks while switching back to track the present beast.

the question was a trick. shehe couldn't tell what sort nor find the root of this thought and so instead heshe continued to back away walking like a circus performer on too long stilts eyes bulging with effort to see everything all around at once.

"betteralone." the hound babbled, thinking herhimself coherent. "bestallone. noneedlenochipnosnipsnip-" 

instead of punctuation, shehe gasped. 

"-betterrunnybunnymeatthan-" 

gasp

"-pills. muchbetter. nosqueaksqueaksnoblankiesbut-" 

gasp

"-muchmuchbetterthaEEAGH!!"

the greyhound's rear bumped into a pine tree. this small, but sudden contact had the effects of a pulled trigger upon himher, and the dog sprang forth bullet-quick, straight ahead and away from whatever threat it was herhis eyes were still struggling to see -

and at the wolf right ahead.