going to the discotheque, nothings wrong with me

The rascal was quick to bustle to the next sandbar, clearly trying to evade her capture which irked her all the more. Clearly he knew he was in trouble, which also meant he knew he’d done something wrong. Maybe she could have given him a pass if he’d had pure intentions, but Clouse wasn’t like the rest of the Archers. Sure he had half their blood, but she could tell he was all Hervok. He was a good pup, loyal and upright. Scully wasn’t the type of crowd she wanted him hanging out with for an extended period of time.

He called out a nickname for her, one he knew she hated and she narrowed her gaze further into a glare. “You can run, but you can’t hide!” she called, long limbs eating up the sand between them. She stumbled a few times along the way as her weight made her sink into particularly loose patches of sand, righting herself. If she twisted an ankle trying to get to the little trouble maker it would only compound the situation he was in.