The monster came right behind us, and I could feel its eyes on us. If it wants to kill us, all it had to do was ram that red horn into us.
I felt like it might just do that. It is not going to waste any of its time.
It didn't.
It appeared beside me and looked at me, before speeding away and disappearing from my view.
As I saw that a relief couldn't help, but flood in my heart.
The encounter was too close, I had felt its might and know how easy it would have been for it to kill me, but it didn't. Instead, it was more focused on running away from the storm.
Which reminded me, the biggest dangers had yet abated; might even swallow us whole.
As of this time, even the pools wouldn't be able to help me.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Please, Golden Tickets.