Let It Go

The woman ran, an odd than to do to a howl unless of course one had reason to one. Pharos smirked, "Running with reason? Perhaps afraid of judgement, of punishment. Seems a very logical reason to run, however if you run from judgment, judgment will surly chance you." His voice had an eagerness to it, a dark edge that sought bloodshed. The wind carried his voice away from the female so no doubt she would not hear it, perhaps for the best with her already be faster. Shaking out his fur he sunk low to the ground ready to run. Lifting up his head he howled once more before running after the female. His pace was not fast but it was steady and that let him catch up to her while she slowed.

Taking a few quick steps and a turn he moved in front of her and turned to face her. "Why do you run little flower? Do you fear something, something that should make you fear your past catching up with you?" His voice was sarcastic, was half warm and half viscous as he was ready to question this one of her past and of any sins that would call for punishment.