Midnight Thrill

Xairo's breath came out in short, labored gasps as he frantically scanned the clearing, his primal instincts on high alert. Every muscle in his body tensed as his eyes darted back and forth, desperately searching for any sign of the danger that relentlessly pursued him. But the shadows seemed to mock him, the darkness concealing whatever sinister force lurked within its depths, ready to strike at any moment

His time here was limited - the need to keep moving urged him onwards. Xairo's sharp gaze darted behind him before he took off, his powerful strides tearing through the open field as his paws thudded against the supple ground. His heart thundered in his chest, pulsing with adrenaline as he pushed himself to his limits.

The forest around him seemed to blur into a sea of green and brown as he ran, every sound amplified and echoing in his ears. He could hear the rustling of leaves behind him, but he refused to look back. He focused on putting as much distance between himself and whatever was chasing him.

"Xairo Saxe"