<span style="font-family:Overlock">Frantic was an apt description of how Holly’s movements remained. Her head kept shifting to allow her eyes to see behind her and every time she did it, she very nearly tripped over her own feet - or, well, paws. She also failed to notice that she was leaving a clear trail of blood where she ran - one of her paws had caught a thorn between her claws and it certainly wasn’t doing her any good. Not to mention, Holly didn’t know where she was going in the first place. She barely had a clue where the pack had brought her. <br/>
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Of course, given everything she was going through, Holly’s senses didn’t pick up on the scent of a stranger on a horse in her path. She could’ve easily detected it if she knew what she was doing, but she didn’t and she wasn’t trying to allow her wolf senses to have any say, either. And even if she had sensed it, the ice wasn’t something she was prepared for at all. <br/>
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Nope. <br/>
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The only thing she heard was the swift cracking of it beneath her paws as she ran across it and then, in the split second she did have to process what was happening, she only tried to run further which ultimately sealed her fate. It circled around her and then the wolf dropped into the water like that. Kicking and flailing the whole way, Holly was in a panic. She wouldn’t ever know whether it was her panic or the cold that led her to shift back, but one minute it was a wolf body disappearing below the ice, and the next minute there was a human arm trying to swim back out. She wasn’t getting anywhere, though. Holly was not getting anywhere at all. <br/>
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A pack of wolves <i>had</i> been chasing her... intending to bring her back to the pack. They’d found her, so she was their responsibility. There was also a man, though, and they would not phase while he watched. All they could do was pull back into the trees. Sad thing for Holly was that their decision most likely sealed her death…</span>