#muse: 11th

@metalbaseballbat [ ⧓ ] —– Pretty sure that had been a werewolf! The Doctor rushed through the woods and out into a clearing, spinning around and trying to see if he could see it again. But it there was nothing and everything felt eerily silent, the mist cool on his face and sharp on his tongue. Not that he should have been sticking it out in the first place. Hello? Werewolf? Rushing off in the direction of the TARDIS, the halfwit Time Lord hurried through the long grass, his mouth dropped open with the hard breaths he was taking from running. He stopped again, freezing and listening, hearing a snap of a twig and getting right back into flight mode again. “Come on Doctor, really, we’re believing in werewolves now are we? Ridiculous!” he mumbled to himself as he ran.            There was this chill down his spine, though, telling him that there was something there and he freaked out at another snap of a twig and veered off. He was feeling a bit out of sorts now, not sure which direction he was going and he was usually pretty good at knowing something as simple as that, especially when it was him trying to get to the TARDIS. Running through the trees, The Doctor looked behind him, and veered again, this time finding himself colliding with a body, his limbs flailing as he hit the ground.