«Plead Guilty to Live»

«I'm sorry for all of my derpishness. And hoping she's being smart, atleast...Behind border, right?  »




The instant that twig snapped, everything in Cry ceased. His breathing. His movement. Cardiovascular was the only thing active. A nanosecond passed, and as sudden as a shark caught the scent of blood, he rounded and faced the silhouette. 
The wrath of winter flared in his stare, optics the only illumination of the midnight cloaked hessian. 
A voice that could only be described as the dangerous crack of ice on the frozen lake you stood on eminated from his maw. 

"I'm giving you a count of 3 to get back farther from the border, or my face will be the last you see."

His body tensed as he strode in the direction of the lone wolf. 

"One."

Fuck two.

"Three."

And the chase was on.