I am beyond unimpressed. One moment I’m dealing with a particularly loud and obnoxious little stray, and the next, the very ground betrays us both. This forest feels... ancient. Unsettling.
And to my captor: if you think a little bit of dirt and magic is going to make me any less hungry or any less inclined to tear those clumsy hands of yours apart, you are sorely mistaken. We are lost, we are surrounded by shadows, and frankly, I’ve had much more pleasant Sunday afternoons.