" The trail through the pines and beech trees was bright red. He was surprised the other human couldn’t see it. She was walking slowly, not far from him. He could smell the moisture on her hot skin. She hadn’t noticed his presence yet. She stopped in her tracks and he moved silently behind a cluster of moss-covered rocks. She turned and he saw her face.
Oh no not her…he thought before turning and bolting back the way he came. "

― Amy Kuivalainen , Cry of the Firebird (The Firebird Fairytales, #1)