His heart pounded, and every so often, his breath seemed to hitch. For the first time in his life, he was actually afraid to lose it.
Even though he could not see them, he could still very much hear his pursuers, their pants, their growls, the pounding of their paws on the frozen earth.
He did not know what kind of creatures they were, as he had never seen such a mix between wolves, bears and beings that had only appeared in his nightmares before.
All he knew, was that he did not want to learn what these beasts would do to those who could not escape them.
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Tiny Stories Part 2
Short StoryMy second collection of microfiction, sometimes dealing with the mundane, but mostly dealing with the magical. Unlike the first collection, the stories in this one are based on inktober prompts.
