Holly gasped, her arms wrapping around the large wolf's neck. She squeezed her eyes shut, burying her face in the fur and trying to control the intense fear and almost pain that pushed through her chest. The smell of the forest hit her and she whimpered, her trembling worsening. She sobbed into the wolf's fur, her grip tightening a little in terror. She refused to look up, refusing to acknowledge the fact that she was in exactly the place she wanted to run away from.