<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FF4000">She could hear its breathing, hungry and in pain. Like a wounded creature. She turned to look with the wildflowers still clutched in her bony hand. The entity was beyond imagination. It looked like a dog, like the one owned by the gypsy children, but this one was huge! Its paws were the size of her face and its fur was so disirably plush and white. Its eyes so blue, so angelic.... But something was wrong with it. <br/>"Are you hurt?" she called out to it. Its head snapped up as it seemed to gaze into her very soul. No answer. "Do you need help?" she tried. No answer, yet it began to walk haltingly towards her. She ran over to help, thinking it was in pain. Its lips curled over its flaxen fangs sinisterly. She mistook it for a smile...</span></span><br/><br/>Reed awoke from her nightmare with a gasp. At least she got up before what happened next. She could feel the sun's weak morning rays on her arms through the breaking of the leafy canopy towering above her. Her stomach had stopped groaning for the past two days, but she had to keep up her strength. Off to her left a brush sighed without wind, she could smell the rabbit's sweat, making her mouth water. Picking up her bow and quiver from the ground, she crept forward towards the rabbit.<br/>Time to hunt.