crossing lines

Weaving through the birch trees that marked the border of the two packs was a phantom. Fierce pad falls rang through the region, causing the surrounding small prey and birds to scatter in fear. Plague wasn't interested in their existence in those moments. The only thing that mattered was... escaping. Something horrible raked at the back of this yearling's mind. Urging him to push harder and further. His heart thudded so loud it rang through his own ears. Usually he was able to control his breathing for he had done a lot of endurance training in his time. But, this was the fastest he's ever gone.

Paws dug into the earth as the yearling came to a stop. He abruptly pressed the side of his body against a pale tree. The feeling of the bark teasing his skin was the only thing that brought him back to reality. Forest green eyes scanned the region as he caught up on his breathing. A snort came forth as Plague shook out his body and what followed was a low growl. He remained stationary, pressed against the tree, and his head hanging low towards the ground. One could say he looked defeated but honestly there was no pin pointing what emotion Plague was feeling. He had no clue.

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