The human female feels the rabid pursuit by the half-orcs and orc close on her heels.  Their heated breaths like forge fires snapping at her backside.   She is almost to the opening.    She can see through it.   Plains are on the other side.     Feet thudding against the ground.   Bosom heaving and bouncing in wanton display.   Legs churning as fast as she can pump them.  Tamara would finally reach the opening.   That narrow passage.  That appears her pursuers will not be able to fit through.   Diving into the opening    She would crawl through to the other side.<br/><br/>Reaching the other side of the narrow passage.   She climb out of it and stand once again.  Her gaze swept over and looked at what lay before her.    Then quickly she look back.   Were her pursuers able to come through.    As she looked with fearful  expectations.  That perhaps she had been wrong.