Growls broke through the  silence of winter as my boots crunched the snow. It seemed I had found   myself once again pursued by an Amarok. Only this time, I didn't have the convenience of a unicorn showing up to pierce the beast in the  side. 

Exhaustion  tugged on my  legs, but I pushed forward, determined to make it back with the  honeysuckle. I made it to the rocks, reviving hope, but the slickness of  the ice sent me flying. My head struck frozen ground,  jarring me into  dizzy oblivion.

Snow soaked through my back as my body scraped against the ground. I lifted  my head to see my  foot in the mouth of the Amarok. My honeysuckle no  longer held in my  grasp. I brought my free foot up into his jaw and kicked repeatedly.

He grunted but gave no leeway for me to break free. I continued kicking to no avail. He carried  me into his den to be seen no more. The sun  grew smaller as he yanked  me farther into the darkness. I tried to grasp at the stone, hoping some  would loosen. The last of the light  faded along with all my hope of  seeing Droillo and Bog again.