❦ M U S I C ~ S H I F T ❦
Run (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BJlI0lRdJZI)
by Ross Bugden
The fox yipped eagerly, its earlier nervousness abated somewhat by the opportunity to help its rescuer. It ran over to the mouth of the small cavern, looked back Helena's way with a beckoning yip, and then bounded off through the forest leading the way for her.
The forest became a blur of crimson and brown as they ran, sticking under the densest canopies they could find along the way. The fox, just minutes before weary and wounded, now seemed nearly inexhaustible -- likely the result of its newly-awakened Aura at work. In the background, steadily rising in nearness and ferocity, were the periodic cries of a full-scale Nevermore that was out for blood. A few minutes after Helena and the fox had fled the site of the Grimm ambush there was a sound of distant trees snapping like toothpicks... then an avian cry of fury. The Nevermore had found whatever remained of the fledglings of its flock. An intense gust rippled through the forest as the monstrous bird shot skyward with all its strength, determined to find and kill, find and kill, find and kill...