The Unraveling - Going Deeper

She'd forgotten how old she had grown, it was like that witch that had cursed her in the swamp was draining her life away again. The frigid air bit through her skin, into her joints and she stumbled. Her blade glanced harmlessly off the icy hide of the worm and she moved back, blazing eyes searching, searching for any way to get through the armour, and all those teeth.

She'd be ground to bits, but if she got in the way when it lunged for the two that were trying to draw it down, maybe she'd manage a lucky strike before the end, or delay it long enough that the roof would fall down upon its head like the other wolf was trying to do? So many young wolves with so many years left to live. It was the least she could do.