"You can hear it, as her voice trembles, the soft sound of paddling feet, the crunching of leafs, the way the wind howls, the way it growls at us, terror flashes in her eyes as she runs. But there I dare stand, I look at it, anger flashes in its eyes as it meets mine, it snarls but backs off, going after the girl, 'You're brave, I'll give you that much.' it said before it left, the air it left behind was tense, almost as if it wanted to be remembered."