It felt wrong. Walking through the snowy forest, snow crunching underneath, and the snap of occasional twigs while walking, some of the sticks and twigs, not even belonging you. Occasionally, whipping heads back to make sure being followed wasn't a result of said sounds. Feeling eyes on the spine felt almost nauseating.

Fen, watching the being closely, never turned its gaze away. It never did. Everything felt gut wrenchingly quiet. Fen, occasionally hid behind trees to get the element of surprise on the being, and Fen could sense that the being could hear Fen's husked and deep breathes. Fen started getting more and more confident.

Fen eagerly and quietly approached the last tree, where a completely destroyed log cabin was. Fen approached slowly, its breathing, and exhaling turned into fog because of the cold.

Finally Fen saw the being turn around. Fen standing only a few feet away. But she could, and most certainly, see the being right in front of her. Her eyes scrutinized and studied the prey with malicious intent. Her eyes never leaving the being.

Fen's gaze never left.

“Yet..you ponder..demise..”

It spoke, its voice hushed and almost hard to listen to with the gut wrenching feeling. She watched you closely, waiting to catch the being, if running was even an option for the being.