Another brilliant piece from a GUNNAS WRITING MASTERCLASS WRITER.
The wind rushed through her fur as she ran.
Fur where the fuck did that come from, what was she?
The shot blasted over her shoulder, too close.
Adrenalin pushed her faster, now running on all fours she leaped over the creek and up the hill.
Strong muscles pumped her legs, no time to think, no time to think, shouts from behind, keep running.
Heading downhill picking up speed, she knew this place, it was familiar just up ahead was the large dead tree.
She skidded to a stop and crawled on her belly into the dark damp space, panting her tongue rolled over her bloody, razor sharp teeth.
She tried to slow her breathing she could hear the men close and their baying dogs barking wildly, fuck! her scent was strong no way they were going to miss that.
Slow the heart, clear the mind, she could do this.
Her vision blurred, her pungent smell started to fade, she fell into the blackness, she closed her eyes and let go.
Only one chance, she had better make it a good one.