every breath you take

Amaretto glanced once more over her shoulder to chart the progress of the crazed and possibly sickly deer. It was still quite a ways behind her, but even at a distance she could see the glaze in its eyes and the uncharacteristic fearlessness about its person.

She turned back around and promptly tripped over a giant orange pumpkin. It seemed to have appeared out of nowhere; one second her path was clear and the next it was blocked. She knew that was impossible and so immediately jumped to the more likely possibility that she had simply been too focused on the deer to note the oversized neon vegetable.

Amaretto flipped end over end and then rolled to her paws. Fearing the mistake had cost her too much time and space, she spun to face the deer. Much to her surprise she found a wolf engaging the ill animal.

Well, she couldn’t run and leave the wolf alone now, could she? It was time to engage.

“It’s sick!” she called as she ran to help.