A bird should be kept sharp set before it is taken out to hunt. I could hear Isabela crashing through the forest even above the wind. Damn it, every creature in there must have been able to mark her progress as she blundered into branches and tore through bushes. You wouldn’t think such a dainty little thing could lumber about so clumsily, but she was plainly as terrified as I. That shriek was chilling enough to turn your guts to ice. Unlike her, though, I couldn’t run. I cowered down behind the bush where I was hiding and tried desperately to work out where the hell the cry had come from. I peered into the gloom, trying to get a glimpse of the beast that had uttered such a cry, but the branches and bushes were being whipped back and forth so fiercely by the winds that even if a bear had been rampaging through the forest, I wouldn’t have been able to distinguish it from a tree in that gloom.The noise of Isabela’s flight had almost faded into the distance now. The evening was growing darker by the minute and I was desperate to get back to the cottage before I lost my way entirely.
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