Kal peered into the darkness. The ruined hut was situated at the edge of the wood, set back slightly from the mud track that wound its way into the trees. Moonlight played on the ground revealing puddles in old wheel ruts.
Kal strained her hearing to pinpoint the Stalker: nothing. Uncertain of where to run, she waited briefly, scratching her arms where the gel had started to peel. Shit! she thought. If that stuff comes off, it doesn’t matter where I run. That thing will smell me for miles. She looked around once more, sighed, and ran into the wood.