Its breath comes in long wheezes. It sounds like wind through the hollow of a tree, but I know it's breath because I smell it. It doesn't smell like the breeze. It smells like gods don't have mouthwash or floss.
Or, at least this god doesn't.
"Hi, are you the mountain god?"
My voice comes out squeaky. My throat tries to close up, like I don't need to breathe or swallow, or do anything except hide or die.
And boy do Ifeellike I should hide. Something that big, moving towards me, everything in me screams to get the heck out of the way, find somewhere to crouch. Or run screaming from the caves and tell the Nightshade clan they can kiss my tush.
"I'm just going to go overherefor a sec. We'll chat when you get up the slope."
I duck back and crouch behind a boulder. I can't help it.
