Weaving, jumping, over, under I ran. I feel a arrow brush my fur. "Keep running Leta." I said to my self. I pick my head up from my packs trail to see the clearing. "Just to there, just to there, I can lose them." I stop just for a moment to hear a hurting horn rise up from the trees. I hear the birds and the squirrels around me hide fast. I came running 30 more strides to the clearing I can make it. I freezed staring at the clearing, " no, no, no, No, NO!" I wined " not now. Stay calm she said, stay clam." But you try staying calm went about 200 enemies are chasing after you and all of them want you for dinner or for your hide, yaaaa... that was my last thought before slipping into the past...
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Leta
General Fictiona young wolf trying to find her way out of a curse. P.S None of this story is edited or grammar checked so this is just getting my thoughts on "Paper" if you want to see more structure please go to another of my stories. ;)
