Moonspear there's an old voice in my head

the thing is approaching; from somewhere up the mountain. she is only beginning to shift in its direction when the voice calls out, and the sizable stick suddenly becomes apparent. she flinches backward, leaping from her resting place and out of the way. unnecessarily, it seems; just before it comes to strike where she'd been sitting, it collides with the roots of the falling tree and is stuck fast. 

the silver rounds on the boy, hackles flared. "what the hell?" erupts from her, suddenly and violently awake.