The wolf That knew My path

"I was cutting through woods, not sure why, just a path that felt urgent to take, and heard branches snapping fast behind me, heavy, getting closer. turned enough to catch a glimpse, something wolf-like but too large, low to the ground and moving faster than it should. I broke into a run without deciding to, and my feet kept catching on roots that weren't visible a second before, stumbling but somehow not falling. trees thinned into a field I didn't recognize, no cover anywhere, just open ground and that thing gaining. I tried cutting sideways, sharp turn, hoping to throw it off, and it adjusted just as fast, like it already knew where I'd go. My lungs burning, legs heavier with every stride, that thick slow-motion feeling dreams do. I spotted a fence ahead, threw myself toward it, hands scrambling at the wood, and right as I felt breath or wind or something close behind me, the dream just cut. Woke up with my legs actually twitching, heart going like I'd really been running."