Like most days Folklore found herself needing to escape into the woods away from her dull projects. She was daydreaming as usually which lead her to wander quite far before realizing she should probably head back to campus. She called her fox Rowan to head back, but Rowan ignored her quickly darting off down a side steep path. Slightly annoyed Folklore followed behind her calling once more. She found Rowan acting frantic over a puddle of fresh blood. Rowan darted off once again. Alarmed by the sight Folklore hesitated for a moment debating if she should run for help but then quickly ran off behind Rowan down the steep path afraid of loosing her. The fox became an orange blur as Folklore practically stumbled down the hill trying to keep up. The path became more bloody the further they went…
Ahead she saw Rowan had stopped and Folklore slowed herself down by slamming half of her body against a tree. She gasped for air as her lungs and chest burned. Looking down she saw how muddy her shoes had become and once again saw droplets of crimson staining the ground. Folklore slowly looked up to find an usual sight. A magnificent and very large doe. Twice the size of a normal deer. She was a stunning creature. However she laid still severely wounded and whispering her dying song…
