Stank

She wiggled through the underbrush with haste, losing a tuff of hair on a particular narly set of branches. She hopped onto and over a boulder in an attempt to cut off the fleeing form, but it swirved to avoid the space before her entirely. Tossing out a few choice words she definitely shouldn't know, she lunched herself after it. She didn't realise where it was going until it was there, shooting through the shortest crossing between the Shrine and the Outside World. She almost didn't put her brakes on intime. Skidding to a muddy hult, she almost tumbled head first into the water anyway at the suddenness of her stop.

The boar showed no such restraint, tearing through the water with a flurry of splashes. The young wolf whined and chafted at her restrictions on the shoreline. She almost missed the other wolf, but sudden movement caught her eye. He must have been startled at the sudden crashing and splashing of her hunt, but he was looking right at her! "Mr, Mr! Don't let it escape!" She cried, too caught up in the hunt to even thibk for a moment about things like politics. Like who the prey would belong to after he caught it on rogue lands.