The First Encounter || Rosy--Rosa & That-Hunter
Kristen was running, she didn't know where, she didn't bother to check as she continued to run. Why was she running? To save her life, of course.
She tripped, she stumbled, she fell, but she still got up and kept moving. Her clumsiness had really gotten the better of her, like it always did when she was in fear. There was something chasing her, a wild beast, or more like a pack.
Wolves.
Kristen wouldn't think her hunt would of ended like this, not a thought. But the moment when she blew her cover and the moment the string on her bow snapped, she knew that the one thing she had to do was run.
"S-Shit!" Kristen cursed as she stopped short as she was at the edge of a really steep cliff. She quickly looked down and noticed that it was about a hundred foot drop. Kristen then looked behind her as she heard the howling of the hungry pack draw closer and closer and closer. This was the moment where Kristen took out her grappling hook and nervously digging it's sharp hook into the dirt. "I hope I don't kill myself.."
The second she saw the shadows of the pack, Kristen carefully got off the cliff and was now hanging in mid-air by a one-inch thick piece of rope, about 90 feet in the air. Not saying that she was terrified. She carefully took her time to lower herself until she was about 40 feet from the ground.
Suddenly the hook that was above her started to give, until it completely let go of the ground from above. Kristen screamed as she fell for a good 40 feet into the cold, rocky river below. Completely knocking her unconscious, along with breaking a few ribs and many deep cuts and scrapes.