Chapter 69 Good Friends

'Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap...' Maeve thought, her mind racing.

She didn't even look back as she bolted into the forest on the other side of the nest.

There was no way she could make it back to the Shelter now. If she so much as glanced at the cliff, the Snowcrest's wind blades would slice her in half. But the thick, towering trees could mess with the Snowcrest's aim and maybe weaken its attacks