<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">"Thanks Cassandra. . . . We should go" </span><br/><br/>She was scared but she carefully held her bloody sickle sword in her hand as she flinched at the bandage being wrapped around her calf. She winced in pain but she whipped her head from side to side as she heard more noises. Snarls and yips and growls. She was scared there were more of the dogs, or whatever they were.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)"> "Do you think they travel in big packs?" </span><br/><br/>She started limping down hill, trying to move in the direction she thought water might gather. She remembered being told that water went down hill. So she did her best and tried not to be a burden on Cassandra. Their tops were gone but she had their shorts and her pants gathered to her stomach. She had no idea where the jacket had gone but she didn't care when she saw the striped figure moving through the trees.