It had taken hours, but as I looked back through the trackless moor, darkening under the retreating sun, I relaxed, knowing that I had finally left the beast behind, mired and howling in frustrated rage.
As I looked, hot breath grazed the back of my neck, followed by the low-pitched, rattling growl that I had come to know so well and fear.
As I looked, hot breath grazed the back of my neck, followed by the low-pitched, rattling growl that I had come to know so well and fear.