Running

Sweat dripped on her shoulders, and her breathing became short and ragged. She was running for her life, adrenaline pumped through her veins as her body used up the energy she had left. She started slowing, she new it. But the monster was right behind her, panting and scratching his way through the forest. Tears started seeping out of her eyes as she thought she was coming to the end, but instinct told her to keep running. So she ran, faster than she ever had before. The wind that slapped her face made her hair fan out behind her, spreading her scent everywhere for the monster. Her muscles screamed in protest, and started cramping. Her sides ached, everything ached. She tripped, and screamed. Her hand had a deep gash in it, and blood already oozed out of the cut. She looked frantically about her and spotted a tree, which she rapidly started climbing.
And she saw it: the smoke-colored fur that covered its body had tangles and spotted with the blood of its other victims. It raised its dog-like nose in the air and started sniffing, his eyes full of bloodlust as it flickered left and right. It spotted her quickly, and fear radiated off her body like a lightbulb. As it started snickering and climbing up the tree, she screamed.