Witch's Hut (Abilene)

Abby'd thought it would be fine. It wasn't. The black bubbling void spread and she felt what had been clear, perfect water slip down her throat turn into the stuff of the abyss and she stepped back in shock as the animals started screeching their displeasure. So much for keeping everyone happy.

She ran in fear, paws barely touching the ground before she was satisfied with the distance between her and the wretched fountain. She hacked and retched, desperately trying to rid herself of the liquid plague but the damage had been done. Dread settled in the pit of her stomach much like the accursed drink, but she still ventured forward. Unfortunately, it seemed it was all down from here.

She frowned again, this time at the aggressive-looking plants that blocked her path. Normally she'd shrink from the danger, but she was done with this shit. She was getting through this as quick as possible. She was good at running, though maybe not the greatest. She steadied herself, burying fear deep within and crouching down before bolting as fast as she could manage, a flash of grey, orange and white.

[Abby's running for it.]