It was dark. Felicity was in panic mode. Felicity also was new to this archery thing.

So of course she missed.

The *thlick* of the bow was met with no satisfactory sound of piercing flesh. Instead, it flew straight past the lone drave. As the sound flashed past its sensitive ears, the hunter took a ninety degree turn, growling at the girl.

The hunter had become the hunted.

It barred horrific, sharp teeth. Even in the darkness, Felicity could see the deadly jaws. Nocturnal eyes glowed in the darkness, vastly contrasting its shadowed, bulky body. Felicity could smell the carnivore's carrion crusted mouth. She could feel the warmth of its breath.

“Slick! No!”

One of the border collie's broke loose from Rebecca’s grip. Dying to protect its herd and masters, the dog growled at the drave, which towered three times taller. Alas, the brave, loyal canine met the horrible fate it asked for. The drave brought a heavy paw down upon it with a single move. Then, it bit the throat, crushed the head.

Rebecca screamed from the sidelines, crying, “Slick! No!”

Now, the drave wanted Rebecca.

Overcome with rage, Felicity dropped her bow. In a foolish act of bravery, she charged right in front of the drave, roaring, “Your kill counts ends here, monster!”

The drave was unimpressed, it swatted her aside.

Now, nothing stood between the drave and the flock.