She can smell the angel. Her sharp eyes search for him, but only his scent reaches her. It's good enough. Dodging around a tree, she slips past a bear, and then almost runs into one.

... Wait. Are there more than before?

One makes to grab at her, and then there are three grabbing at her. Yelping, she jumps straight up into a tree and pants. Except, they're coming up after her.

She eyes the jump to get clear. She can make it. She knows she can. When she jumps, Brigid knows that she's made it. Completely made it.

Slamming into the ground comes as a surprise. As does the crack of something. Choking for a second, she rolls out of the way. No more bears than before, but they're faster than she expected. Brigid almost slips past another, when her arm is grabbed, claws digging into her flesh.