The hawk’s attempts to say something to the girl fell on very deaf telepathic ears. She was definitely no shifter, or she may have shifted in an attempt to defend herself or flee with greater ease. As it was her magic was worthless here and so weak (because she was nine years old) that it probably wouldn’t have helped even if it could. Emotions she didn’t quite know the names for began bubbling up as she thought for a moment that she was going to die in this stupid maze with the stupid squirrels.
But then she saw the exit. The power of self-preservation knows no bounds, and with renewed energy she pressed forward, sprinting like her very life depended on it because it did. And when she passed through the opening, back into the outside world that was still very new to her, she didn’t stop. She kept running because those little bushy-tailed monsters might try to drag her back in! Only once the maze was well in the distance behind her did the girl’s legs finally give way as she collapsed on the ground. Beatrix fell on her side, gasping for air.
Remi
But then she saw the exit. The power of self-preservation knows no bounds, and with renewed energy she pressed forward, sprinting like her very life depended on it because it did. And when she passed through the opening, back into the outside world that was still very new to her, she didn’t stop. She kept running because those little bushy-tailed monsters might try to drag her back in! Only once the maze was well in the distance behind her did the girl’s legs finally give way as she collapsed on the ground. Beatrix fell on her side, gasping for air.
Remi
