SAVIANA'S POV
Saviana thought the woods was most beautiful at night, under a bright moon. Silvery shards of light spilled over the hoody trees, casting grotesque shadows in slivers over the earth.
Beetles chirped in their nests dug into dead wood and rotting trunks, wild rats screeched from their hollows in underground cubicles, even the wind sang a lolling song, drawing unwary tresspassers into her ensnaring depths.
The ethereal dorgon figurine buzzed into view up ahead, among the branches of a gnarly swine tree before veering to the right.
"Faster, Grim! Don't loose the damn thing."
The night-black feline growled in frustration under her, but bounded on at a faster pace. The tremors of his powerful impact on the ground sent vibrations up her legs and through her body. The furry skin of his nape was not an uncomfortable stead.
