As he darted around the cauldron, she was suddenly off in a different direction. Leaving her work behind as she tore through the Col. He was after her immediately, of course. His heavy paws pounding across the damp earth as he prioritised speed over stealth. She already knew he was coming, so there was no point with subtlety.
He was a heavy set wolf, and she was smaller, nimble on her paws. As he tore across the ground like a wrecking ball, she moved like a fog. Light and certain as she led him on a merry chase. He was already thinking of all the ways he could make her ‘regret’ forcing him to chase her. He was of course enjoying the hunt immensely. As she moved away from the common areas, he briefly lost sight of her. “Come out, come out little fox. Come out and play…” He called out to her. Slowing his steps as he ran a visual sweep through the area, looking for her.
Bloodletter
