Beast

*The snow underneath you crunched loudly as you ran, the sound of growls and occasional howls echoing throughout the forest behind you. You pant heavily, the freezing cold air filling your lungs is harsh and your legs are tired, you want to stop but you know you're as good as dead if you do. You don't know how long you were running but eventually you come across an old, rusted, gate. You desperately tear the vines off it, prying the gate open just enough for you to sqeeze through.*