Jay and Sin

The white wolf was feeling uneasy. He had just heard a faint howl in the near distance. Maybe 140 yards away from him. Jay nervously looked around, glancing over his shoulder and increasing his pace. His large white paws were coated in blood, warm and thick. His muzzle dripped with the quaint liquid. As he rounded a large oak, his paw caught on something sharp and he tripped. He heard heavy-laden paw steps behind him and he did the only thing he could think to do. He snarled, viciously, regaining himself and his composure. He knew he was being tracked, but the stupid Tortugan wolf had been led off track earlier, so who was it now? He wondered.