She inched forward, crawling on her belly, one movement every five breaths, every sense straining for telltale noises. The air breathed again: a rustle in the grass far distant was just a small mammal returning to its burrow; a blunt snuffle, the sound of a fox in its sleep.
Hevne only realised she had passed the rim of the shallow dip when the grass dropped away from her and she felt her body at incline. She raised her head - a pointless motion. The night blinded her as sure as any blade would, but she sensed something had moved.
Neville Hunt 8 months ago
Watch out gal.. this seems really scary.