behind you heard the crunch of snow, heavy breathing. The smell of blood, the feeling of looking at the back of your head Am I a victim? If so, who is the hunter? the only thought that bothered you now the feeling of someone's grip of cold, strong clawed hands brought you out of a trance, making you shudder and petrify, someone approached you from behind and inhaled your smell, quiet, almost soft, deep, monotonous voice, burning your ear, said

-you are coming with me