Threshold

Delaeni stirred restlessly in her sleep, her ears twitching at the faint sounds echoing through the den. Even in slumber, her anxious nature manifested in small whimpers and twitches. The cold stone beneath her thin frame offered little comfort, and she curled tighter into herself, seeking warmth.

Suddenly, her eyes snapped open as an unfamiliar scent wafted through the chamber. Her heart began to race, pounding against her ribcage as fear gripped her. She held her breath, straining her ears to catch any sound of movement. There it was - the soft scrape of claws on stone, a heavy exhale that sent chills down her spine. Someone was in the den with her. Trembling, Delaeni pressed herself against the wall, trying to make herself as small as possible.

"Delaeni Terblanche"