ALSION DIDN'T WAIT A MINUTE, she ran as faraway the sounds of chaos. Those terrifying provoking howls. Killian was so focused on the approach howls that he has forgotten about her, and with that thought in mind she didn't waste the opportunity in the least.
She ran like hell, her feet stumped the slippery ground. No way she was going to die in the hands of those creatures. Everything became a blur around her, the snow crushing beneath her feet as it crushed its fluffy essence. Harshly she carved her footprints, someone could easily retrace her steps to find her, but in the moment she didn't care. All that mattered was getting away. Her main source of focus.
She was running but she didn't know where to. Running away is running toward something else, perhaps it is a better future she was seeking? Or was it to just remain alive? Both.
