Triple Shit Infinity

She was running for her life. And for all intents and purposes, the stampeding herd of bison threatening to trample her under their panic believed they were running for their lives from something, too. She just had no idea what had set the hulking, wooly-humped beasts off.

The thunder of hooves was unbelievable, and she was certain the ground was shaking beneath her paws as she raced like a shimmering, maned and long-hair tailed white arrow ahead of the herd, gradated blue eyes flicking almost desperately for a way out of this unexpected mess.

Shit, shit, shit, shit, and triple shit infinity!

There! She swerved as a knoll came into view at the right angle that veering toward it wouldn’t lose her ground and get her trampled. There’d been a few before, but they’d all been too far.

The young woman leapt up the knoll and ducked behind a tree, half certain she’d be trampled in the next breath. But no hooves struck her, and while the thundering, grunting rumbling horde made the ground shake, the knoll seemed to have parted the rampaging river of beasts.

One eye opened carefully as the rumble faded. Not that she could see much through her mane, tossed unceremoniously into her face in the action of saving herself.