Only the sound of its own footsteps filled the forest as it ran swiftly toward the unfamiliar depths of darkness. Crunching dry twigs and low shrubs, leaving claw marks in the soil, hanging vines were sliced open by the sharp Spine Spikes without hindering its speed. The icy wind whistled a frightening sound as it passed through the gaps between the plants, and a blood scent wafted from an unknown cave.
What should have been an unbearable environment brought it joy, as this filth could mask its scent. The panic in its heart was slightly quelled, its keen sense of smell misleading it into a false sense of security while it struggled to find a direction. Feeling powerless in its surroundings, it naively believed that the hunters behind it were also helpless here. The force of the earth did not enhance the brains of the beasts, so in the dark, it was filled with primal fear.
