Among the fleeing tamers was a blonde with ocean-blue eyes, exuding the temperament of a classic American beauty. Her name was Lucy.
Ahh!
She yelped as her foot caught on a root protruding from the ground, tripping violently. She fell face-first into the dirt, the world spinning around her as dizziness washed over her.
Just then—
Grrruaaaaaahhhhhhh!
A guttural roar, primal and ear-splitting, reverberated through the forest. It shook the very leaves overhead and sent nearby birds scattering in fright. The RuneBear's roar was so fearsome it seemed to make the ground quiver, its sheer bass vibrating in her chest like the pounding of a war drum.
Lucy's heart nearly jumped out of her ribcage as she scrambled desperately, trying to rise, but sharp pain flared in her ankle the instant she put weight on it.
Her foot had twisted when it was caught in the root. Now, it was strained, swollen.
