The Fox and The Owl
Quick, short puffs of air cut through the cold winter night as a small, hooded figure dashed through the trees. The silence surrounding the forest was deafening, with only the sound of snow crunching under the girl’s light footsteps echoing in the dark. She had managed to put some distance between her and her assailants, but she knew they’d be hot on her trail before she could even think to relax. Though, if she didn’t rest up soon, she’d surely be caught even quicker than that. What she needed was a place to hide.
