Tinuviel ran, her breath freezing in the air as she dashed through the cold snow. She stumbled, fell, picked herself up, then continued, exiting the known boundaries of town and dashing towards the woods. Sensing that she was still being followed, the girl turned and drew a dagger covered in hand made poison. She glared at the girl in front of her and listened to her own blood rushing. She'd be a panther soon. "Get. Away. From. Me. NOW!" The teen snarled, one knife raised and her dark eyes glittering with building outrage and hatred.