Silver Moraine There is Nothing to Change in This Stranger's War

The wind whistled in Saena's ears as she veritably flew down the moraine. Even with this muffling her hearing, she could hear the sound of Sen's nails clicking on stones as the female pursued her. Judging by the growing volume, the other wolf would catch her by the time they both reached the bottom of the slope. Made ever the more serious by the game, which was decidedly un-serious in nature, Saena sucked her tongue back into her mouth and chanced a glance over her shoulder.

That's when the unsteady ground coupled with her velocity got the better of her. Her paw slid over a loose stone and she careened wildly to the side before stumbling with an alarmed yip. Being a wolf, she recovered very quickly, but the fall cost her the game, for Sen was nearly upon her. Still, Saena made a valiant effort to regain her former speed, but it was simply impossible. Instead, she tried to turn the tables by veering sharply to the right, hoping to throw off her pursuer for just an instant.