Спереводом! бан за переводчик i gasp heavily as i sprint out of the forest. my lungs burn from the exertion, my feet numb, probably frost bitten from the cold. my nose stings and my hands have gone from red, to tinted blue. and the funny thing is, i'm not worried about that at all. no, i'm terrified of what's pursuing me. i need to get away, to safety, before they catch me