Hunted...

"Wolves," Taylor muttered.
"What wolves?" Brian asked, feeling around the trees.
"I don't know what type; I just call them Forest Prowlers. Or Forest Wolves, whichever," Taylor muttered, peering through the foliage. Brian suddenly cussed and dropped his backpack. Taylor turned around and her eyes searched for Brian in the dark.
"What happened?" she asked, walking towards Brian.
"Something scratched me," he replied, clutching his leg which was bleeding badly. Taylor stared at his wound for a second then suddenly took off, running as fast as she had in the village playground, maybe even faster.
"Hey! Where are you going?" Brian called after her. Taylor didn't reply.
Taylor ran and ran, flying past animals and alarming birds.
"Ah ha!" She exclaimed jovially. Taylor found her forest home which she had lived in since she was born.