Her hands shook as she clutched the spear, bright blue eyes wide with fright as the creature addressed her. That voice! Like something out of the tales of the dark past, it chilled Mheera to the bone, more than any icy wind could. "I...I am Mheera, of the Dulin. T-the Rabbit Folk."
Her thoughts were shattered by the earsplitting roar from above, her ears twitching madly. 'Run! Hide! It'll eat you!' Base instinct screamed at Mheera, and in a flash, she turned and ran. Long legs pounded the ground as she fled, dodging around trees almost without conscious thought.
Life in the tundra did not prepare one for climbing trees, but neither was it kind to the unathletic. She leaped, reaching for a branch that stood well over her head, and caught it. Pulling herself up, Mheera clung to the trunk, praying she was high enough to go unseen by the creature on the ground, and hidden enough to avoid ...whatever it was in the air.
'Please, Mother Moon. Everyone is depending on me, I can't fail. I can't die out here, my tribe will perish if I do. Please, help me.' Shutting her eyes tightly, she prayed frantically, hoping desperately that just maybe, the two creatures would focus on each other, and not her.