Bearclaw Valley it don't matter if the cold wind blows

Before he even had the chance to comprehend what she had said, Tadec watched Indra rip from her place and dart toward the wood. His limbs reacted without his permission and he lunged after her. The thief’s heart beat wildly in his chest and his tongue lolled from his gaping jaw. His speed caused the coywolf to grunt softly with each stretch of his legs. The adrenaline of his pursuit caused him to lose footing and before he was able to find it, he tumbled into thin snow and frigid earth. His legs were tossed upward crookedly and he wheezed through weary lungs.