White Walker

What a stubborn creature the bandit was. Pure mischief. Though the bandit was weak, Aislinn could feel it. The bandit only ran, never faced her challenges and opponent. Running from your fears is a strong sign of weakness and suffering, running from your past life will get you nowhere, and your past memories will haunt you forever. That is until you face those memories. And Aislinn once felt the feeling of running and hiding, and yet those memories creep to her. And underneath the armor of the warrior's shield and claws, is the emptiness that will change the dark hunter forever.
Was this all? Tricks and mischief? Couldn't the bandit show her claws and show some real pride? Leave a few battle scars? But nope, she would run. And where Aislinn didn't know. To an exit, an ambush, a dead end, she didn't know. The lady would follow the keen bandit, taking risks with every step she took. Surprisingly, the bandit was traveling faster down the tunnel than ever before.
Her skills are being put to the test, now? By who? Fellow runner ahead of her? Right, the bandit clearly was just putting her off. If the bandit wanted a true test, then she should accept a true fight, and show some true fighting. But it was the bandit's choice to run with her tail between her legs.
Swiftly dancing through the tunnels, the bandit was certainly traveling through the caverns faster than before. Thundering not far behind, the golden wolf follows her to wherever she may be leading. Her eyes flicker evilly, she would have her claws around the bandit's neck in no time. But with a burst of speed, the bandit zooms ahead, only leaving Aislinn to growl like wild and chase her on.
Oh now you decide to go full pelt! Aislinn thought bitterly to herself, cursing the bandit at every chance she got. She did approach this wolf in a calm tone, and she nicely spoke to her. If this was how the bandit was to go around her, then Aislinn had no choice.
Let the bloody beast emerge.


Walk.
"Talk." Think