JAB OF FEAR

Something speeds past us and slams into him. It hits him with so much force that it lifts him off his feet before slamming him back into the forest floor.

We start barking furiously and then we rush forward at this thing that is attacking him. We lunge at its leg with sharp teeth, but can’t make a clean purchase. It lashes us and kicks us away.

This thing is not like any animal in these woods. It doesn’t smell like a living thing should. We are afraid of it, but we won’t back down. It turns away from him, annoyed at us for our attack.

It turns toward us and walks forward. It is the worst thing we have ever seen. Our tail goes limp looking at this monster. Its skin is whiter than our fur, much more pale than anything we have ever seen.

Its eyes are red and very old, and its canines extend far longer than they have any right to. It looks like a human, but we have never seen a human that looks like that. Its long, white hair is tattered, sweeping in a tangled mess below its thin waist.

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