Hemlock's Training Grounds

Agilty 2
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It took a very long time before she realized that, unlike the attacks of the others, this one wouldn't be slowing down any time soon. Thinking about it, wasn't this the very same thing she used to hate the thought of so much, the very thing she became one of Vermin's Braves to avoid? So, through the dizziness and the pain, she forced herself to focus. The blurs of brown and yellow and red once again became paws and sand and sky, if only distantly. The terreden was only so fast, there would have to be an opening. And so, as it swung its paws down to bat at her again, Hemlock bounced over the terreden's claws, slipping through and to the other side. It lost track of her for a moment, lowering its star-shaped snout closer to the ground, and in that moment, she rushed off, rolling as fast as she could. The terreden quickly picked up her scent again, and the chase was on. If she could just make it back to the burrow, it would be too large to follow her in there. She did the best she could with the blurred pieces of the world she had from her rolling vision. The sand getting in her eyes was difficult to ignore at first, but just like with the hurt, it wasn't too much time before she adjusted, and the world became clearer. The terreden followed along close behind her, paws thumping against the ground. It may have been slow, but so was Hemlock, and she was running out of energy. The camivian hole was only a little bit away, but the terreden was closing in. She could feel its breath now. That feeling, that fear, was just enough for her to propel herself into the burrow. The terreden slammed its paws into the sand and slowed itself to a halt, clawing at the outer edge, but it couldn't go any further. Hemlock relaxed, stopped moving, and enjoyed the moment of rest.