Fangs flashed red as the wolves tore at each other, and Selissa-

-Selissa tried to be brave, but the slight tremor in her one fleshen hand put the lie to her efforts.

Selissa wasn't afraid of blood - she was hunter and warrior both, and she had fought both beast and undead scourge.

But that had been with trusted allies at her side, friends she knew and relied upon. Now she was alone, and monsters she couldn't injure ripped and tore each other to bloody shreds and wouldn't even die from it.

The mental message made her startle silently, and instantly she froze dead still, not even breathing while she waited to see if the wolves had noticed the movement. When they hadn't, she fought back the urge to bolt and began withdrawing backwards.

Soon they'd be done with their fight, and if they saw her, they'd soon be done with her, too. She had to move, move, movemovemove-

As slowly as she dared, so as to not draw their attention, she withdrew, quietly, quietly, until the house of the old man was in sight - and then she ran, dashing until she had caught up with the others. She paused before she reached them, and huffed in heavy breaths.

She fought back the urge to look behind her as her back prickled, and was glad her birch-pale skin was too white to be paled from fear as she made the few steps to rejoin the others.

She said nothing.