Chapter Thirteen
There was a thick scent of death dripping from the thick fog that hung over the forest. The tall trees were overgrown, overlapping and creating the sense of a rotting trap. Snare crept through them quietly, her ears twitching. It was silent, the kind of silence that someone could take advantage of in the night, snatching you away, never to return.
She stayed low, darting blindly through the fog across little spaces, until she found a small bush or shrub to take refuge under. Snare didn't want to admit it to herself, but she was terrified. She was desperately scared. She hated that feeling.
As she scampered through the undergrowth her neck fur rose unintentionally. She stopped where she was, her only cover was the eerie fog. The world mapped out around her as a greying, wispy mist. It clung to her, penetrating her fur and causing long, racking shivers to run down her spine. She silenced her faltering breaths as her fur bristled visibly. Someone was following her, and she knew it.
Snare closed her eyes, remembering finding her friend dead in the chilling fog, splayed out on the icy outcropping like rotting prey. Now it was her turn. She heard gentle paw steps, foreboding steps. The steps that indicated her end.
She turned around, slowly, wanting to see who would take her life. Her eyes reflected indifference as she saw a black she-cat with slitted eyes standing a few tail-lengths away. She no longer cared. Tension spiderwebbed between the two, a song of sharp emotions flooded through Snare. She blinked slowly, giving up. She had nothing left to live for. The black she-cat advanced a few steps, her eyes locking on Snare. Snare closed her eyes and whispered her last word,
"Wind."
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