Freya
I palmed my knives, scanning the woods around me for any movement or sounds. The forest around me was eerily silent in the wake of the snarl, as if every living thing held its breath in the presence of the Warped creature.
My heart pounded in my chest, the sound reverberating in my ears. I forced myself to breathe in deeply, swallowing back the fear and panic that the creatures’ presence ignited in my mind. I found myself feeling grateful for the fear, as my eyes failed to find the source of the snarl with each passing moment.
Although the reaction made it difficult to think clearly, once I was able to think recognize the source of the emotions, it gave me a certainty that I would not have had otherwise- the certainty that the creature was still nearby, waiting to strike.
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