Whispering in the trails of unhallowed things

Ellara moved with deliberate precision, her paws pressing into the loamy forest floor, each step a careful dance through the labyrinthine roots and underbrush. The massive redwoods loomed overhead, their ancient boughs creating a canopy that filtered the sunlight into soft, golden beams. The tranquility of the forest was abruptly shattered by the irate elk, but Ellara's quick reflexes kept her out of harm's way.

She had hoped the elk would tire soon, but its relentless pursuit demanded more from her. The labyrinth of redwoods provided a sanctuary, but only if she could outmaneuver her adversary. Her mind raced, seeking any advantage, any strategy that would turn the tables in her favor. As she darted between the colossal trunks, she felt a presence—a shift in the air that spoke of another being.

Her pink eyes scanned the shadows, catching a fleeting glimpse of movement. Before she could process it, Setekh burst forth, a dark blur of lethal intent. The suddenness of his attack on the elk was both a relief and a new cause for alarm. She watched, heart pounding, as Setekh's fangs sank into the elk's neck, the forest echoing with the creature's dying struggles.

Ellara's breath came in ragged gasps, her muscles tense and ready. Setekh's eyes, dark and gleaming with satisfaction, met hers. She felt a chill run down her spine, recognizing the predatory hunger in his gaze. She knew she had to be cautious—Setekh was not an ally but a dangerous force in this wild expanse.

"Thank.. you..," she called out, her voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through her veins. "You can keep the elk." Her instincts were telling her to run from that look in his eyes, but she tried her best to be polite.

Without waiting for a response, Ellara began to back away, her movements slow and measured. Her heart raced as she attempted to slip away, hoping to put distance between herself and this unknown, creepy wolf. The forest, once a haven of peace, now thrummed with tension, the ancient redwoods silent witnesses to this unfolding drama. Would he let her leave? She kept her ears perked, listening intently for any sign of pursuit, ready to bolt if necessary.

[Spring Y21, Seasonal Prompt: Fighting. Word Count: 370.]