<span style="font-family: times new roman;">At it's calm reaction, she stared up at it. Well, at the back of its head. Slowly, she loosened her grip and pulled her arms away. <span style="color: #8000FF">"G-good." </span>She stuttered. Relieved that it had finally given up on opposing her, yet hesitant in fear that it was all a ruse. She winced as the screeching took on a whole level of loud. Her face contorted into a grimace. It would not be long now. The wild things would be crawling from their caves any minute now.<br/><br/><span style="color: #8000FF">"We have to hurry."</span> She warned. Xylie reached her hand out to grab hold of her creature but stopped midway. Remembering last time she tried to run while holding onto it. She rolled her shoulder in memory of the pain. She would rather not. Closing her empty hand she brought it back to her side.<span style="color: #8000FF"> "Keep up."</span><br/><br/>Without another word Xylie took off in the opposite direction once more. Her usually clumsy gait no more. With the adrenaline pumping through her veins, she ducked under branches and twisted through prickly bushes.</span>