Running wild

There was a warmth to the air, thanks to the touch of Summer across the lands of Boreas. Even this far North, the chill of the frozen landscape beyond seemed to be pushed away. He found himself trotting through the territory near the Syndicate, breathing in the warm air as he fell into the smooth gait of a runner. He was building up his body, his muscles, his reaction speed.

It was some time into the run that he realised he wasn’t alone. He caught the scent of the tiger before he saw it, and felt a grimace flash across his face. He’d been running into a few predators lately, but that meant he wanted them to ruin his morning run. He slowed his gait, subtly searching the landscape for the threat.



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