Maple heard the growl from her hiding place. She peeked out, but shrank back when she saw a hellhound. Of all the days to leave her sword at the cabin!
She stuffed her dancing shoes in her satchel, preparing to run. All of a sudden a group of other campers appeared, brandishing swords and whatnot.
She peered around her tree, her hiding place, deciding whether to make a break for it or not. Such a large gang, it would be through soon. But would they find her? Her face twisted at the thought.
She decided to stay until the battle was over, then go to another small clearing to dance.