Hunted...

It looked the same as it always did. She rushed towards a tree and pressed her locket against the tree hurriedly. A trilling sound came from inside the trunk and a curved door slid sideways to admit her.
Checking behind her, Taylor silently stepped inside. The door shut behind her.
It was a large room, large enough to fit around ten elephants in it. Pictures and tapestries hung dustily on the brown curved walls. There was a smell of neglect in the air. A double bed was in a corner and a single bed was beside it. It didn't look like it but the beds where woven out of dyed grass and whatnot. There was a wardrobe beside the beds and a dusty shelf on the other side of the wardrobe, which was full of books. A lamp was in between the beds. In front of that was a kitchen type area. There was a high, wide and thick wooden bench where one would cook; it even had a working sink and drawers in it. There were also organic electrical appliances such as a fridge and an oven.
There was also an area that could be classified as a play area. There was a wooden chest full of clothes. There was another that was full of toys and things to play with. On a high shelf there was an organic First-Aid kit. There was a lounge and a basic TV was set in front of it. A door led to the bathroom, which had a working plumbing system.
Taylor breathed in the smell of her home. She loved the smell. Taylor then remembered what she was here for and bustled over to the First-Aid kit. She unlocked it by pressing her locket against it and an aura of white light surrounded the box and it clicked open. Taylor grabbed some bandages and then she walked to the kitchen, grabbed an empty water bottle out of one of the drawers, flicked a small spider off it and turned on the sink.
There was a rumbling sound and water gushed out of the tap.
She cleaned the bottle and filled it, screwing the cap on the bottle and turning off the tap. Taylor took off her knapsack and stuffed the things inside it and walked to the currently closed door. She grabbed her locket and the trilling sound came back again. She would have to fix it. The door opened and Taylor tucked the locket into her dress and closed the zip on her knapsack and swung it onto her shoulders.
The door closed behind her and a passing wind rustled her hair. Taylor ran once more, towards the place where Brian would be standing, still clutching his neck. Suddenly, an ear-splitting howl rang through the forest.
"Shoot, the wolves have found him," Taylor muttered, running faster. Low-hanging trees stratched her and brown leaves caught in her hair.
"Get away! Back!" yelled a voice. Taylor was near the wolves and Brian. She pushed a branch out of the way and saw the wolves inching closer to Brian, who was brandishing a stick at the wolves, a hand was still clutching his leg. He was getting paler.