A thunderous growl echoes throughout Woodzley like a scream from a mountain peak. Ferald is baffled by which direction the familiar sound is coming from. But he knows all too well who's behind that growl. Ferald passes by a tall grove of bushes, each twig that he steps on has him jumping like a frog. He is on full alert, and he knows that Meany could be present around any tree and down any dirt road. There's a patch of arable land that seems clear of danger from his sight ahead. The sunlight hits Ferald's eyes, he shades them with his hand, he can barely see in front of him, as he lowers his head slightly. When he looks up his eyes meet Meany's--and then the chase is on!
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