Whitefish River When God is gone and the Devil takes hold

Whoop. Heavy paw on his chest. Her teeth around his nose. It had the desired effect. He stopped squirming and stared back up at her, wondering what she was up to next. Then just like that, she nipped at his forehead. He pressed his eyes shut, lifting a paw to bat at her face, but she was gone. What? Her heavy footfalls sounded around him as he rolled to his stomach and half sat as she bolted through the forest.

Oh hell. No. He was so after her ass.

He got to his feet somewhat quickly and scrambled after her. She wasn't the best of runners, but then again he wasn't either. Still, she had to navigate in this darkness and he just had to follow the darker shadow of her form. He sprinted, picking up a bit of speed as he barreled through the trees and darkness and hoped to tackle her furry black behind.