Curling up in the grass, now glowing gold with the afternoon sun, she fell into a restless sleep. Her eyes and mind were filled with flashes, images of Ice and clyde talking, moments of Ice walking alone, and something else. a danger of something evil lurking around her, stalking her, prepared to kill her. As the fogginess in Kisha's vision cleared, she realised the danger. a man, armed with a rifle, slinking cunningly along in the forest, following Ice, keeping downwind of her, for her not to catch his scent.
Kisha woke with a jump and a yell. "Ice!" she said in a panick, and darted from the packlands, headed for the spot she was in the vision.
