There are two responses prey animals in the wild succumb to when faced with danger beyond their understanding; immediate flight or becoming one with the soil and remaining stock still.  Even before the intellectual part of Fern's mind removed the former, she was still, her breath barely registering as movement.  Her eyes remained well seated on the site before her even as the rational part of her refused it.  This simply could not be happening.  Unable to look away Fern's eyes see it all, unable to shut out the sounds she hears it all, unable to combat the strength of the scent it washes into her.<br/><br/><em>Miaren, I'm sorry.</em>