Her scream was high, shrill, and urgent. It rang in her ears as it bounced off of the rocks around the mountainside, and she desperately looked around as she clung to the tree, hugging the rough bark with all her might as she stood on the branch, wobbling with fear. Two wolves stood down below, continuously snarling and hitting at the trunk with their large paws. Her long, dark brown hair was a mess, tangled and knotted, bits of bushes and twigs knotted in it from while she had desperately been running through the forest on the edge of the mountain side. Her pale skin lost the only little bit of slight peachy color that she already had due to fear, and her whiskey brown eyes were wide with the fear the shook her to the core. [i]How long have I been running, how far have I gone? Where am I, I swear this is going to be the last of me,[/i] she thought, and once more let out a shrill scream as one of the wolves lept up, nipping at the sole of her flat rose colored slippers. Her pale rose dress that came to just below her knees was torn, and ragged from getting caught on who knows what when she ran. 
 She glanced into the distance, praying that anyone around would have heard her. [i]Who am I kidding? This is barren wilderness...,[/i] and just as she layed eyes on the cave, seeing but a figure in the distance, she found herself overwhelmed with fear and exhaustion, lost grip on the tree, and fainted, dropping down below.