shaking like the devil when she lets me go

Caiside was beginning to feel at home in the forest at the outskirts of the Hollowed Grounds. The company of trees was a sanctuary he could sink into when he needed. With four hooves under him, and the sinking sun setting the scraps of sky he could see on fire, it nearly felt like home. The trees here held more danger than the ones he had spent his life in though. Dangerous things lurked in the trees, predators and hunters and other new fears unnumbered. Even the tricks he would normally have used to escape any danger were lost to him. So far though, Caiside had been clever and quick enough to stay out of harms way. A soft noise came from behind him, enough that his ears moved, twitching back to catch more. Footfalls, from nothing he’d ever heard before in the woods, and fast. Images of wolves, huge and dark, came to mind, despite the fact that he knew this was not a wolf. The paranoia of it spurred Caiside to movement, quick steps turning into a twisting run through the trees in an effort to stay out of the way of the approaching predator. Caiside Stand still. The forest knows where you are. You must let it find you.