Diving as fast as his can, he bolts into the undergrowth drawing the barking terrier into the darkness with him. He sweeps millimetres above the ground and towards the pale girl. The terrier pounds straight after him.
He reaches the girl and dives into the gap between her chin and the ground, coming to a sudden stop once he's behind her.
The terrier sees the girl and starts barking at her. He can smell blood and death close by but senses the an iota of life emanating from the girl. He barks louder and runs back to his owners then turns and runs back to the girl, barking constantly. H e can hear his owner on the path shouting for him. He grabs the girls top and starts pulling her but she weighs too much for him to be able to move her, he growls under his breath in desperation, his hackles raised, he doesn't like the smell coming from her, the smell of dying.
Dropping the girl, he runs back to the path and his owner. His owner sees him and shouts for him to come on. The little terrier barks and growls and runs back into the bush. He heads straight for the girl and starts trying to drag her out again.
He feels so hopeless as the tiny body barely moves beneath him. Desperately ploughing all his strength into his feet he almost stumbles backwards as the girl suddenly moves towards him as though pushed by an invisible hand. he drops his grip again and runs back to his owner. He reaches him and grabs his trouser leg, growling and pulling him back up the path towards the girl, a great fear of need to save the girl powering him on.
He drops his owners trouser leg and runs back into the bush, barking in what he feels is pure terror. He must save this girl.
Out on the path the terriers puzzled owner has turned back towards the bush and is trying to look through the foliage to see what his dog is doing. He has to break the branches open to get a good view, all the time thinking his daft weee dog has caught a rabbit or something.
As a gap opens up beneath his arms and he sees his terrier pulling something, it takes several minutes for his brain to recognise what is lying on the ground.
He takes a step backwards, clutching his hand to his face as he gasps a sob out loud.
"Oh dear god, no, not Jolea".
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