All around her the familiar surroundings suddenly take on a sinister air, twisting and distorting. She scurries in the swamp's mire but doesn't seem to go anywhere.
If they find her, they'll catch her.
If they catch her, they can hurt her.
She sees them in the distance, the shadows of her own kind- warm, welcoming-
Or are they?
Their shadows cast behind them grow jagged teeth and she is afraid.
Are they predators or are they prey?
Allies or enemies?
Does it really matter?
All she can trust is herself.
She knows that she is- prey and she doesn't want to get close enough to find out. The next step towards them could be the one that gets her torn to pieces. Her soul is that of a rabbit- her strength is her doubt.