Still, she imagined jaws closing over her forearm each time sand squeaked beneath her. A crooked wooden sign warned of “unstable cliffs”. Beyond it, the shoreline narrowed to a ribbon of sand hemmed in by jagged rock walls.
The wolf stopped, glanced back at Noemi, and flicked its tail toward the gap ahead—an opening in the cliff barely wide enough for a person to pass. She hesitated, checking the distance back to her cottage.