The trees provided a welcomed escape and soon Nataliya could no longer hear the villagers' cries. Her mare was skeptical of their surroundings and showed her displeasure with a flick of her tail and a twitch of her ears, but she kept on running.
Nat wasn’t sad to leave her home. Even the horrors that awaited her inside the forest weren’t as terrifying as what awaited her in her own village if she were to stay. Her own kin had eagerly revealed her hiding place to the mob and her only friend was dead.
~from Hockey Gods
Written for Hockey Fans ~ Inspired by Game of Thrones
