Sleepy Fox Hollow live our lives like we're ready to die

After the Chevalier attack. ♥ 
As darkness would eclipse our world, a cold wind blows across these hills *SINGS TO*

Some time had passed before the spider came to nest amidst the Spire. Several nights had been spent in the wilds, tracing the trail of the wounded pup back to the very Woods that haunted the Delta for their proximity to the mountain. Diligent time had been spent within the neighboring lake of the Steppes, removing blood, scent, and any semblance of origin, just as the pup had been so broken lucked to happen upon the spider after a bath just before the attack. It was impeccable stroke of coincidence that the Sawtooth would be nearly impossible to trace. After fringing the meadows betwixt the Blackfeathers, the spider had headed North, tackling the Sunspire range from a different direction. Let them try to find his trail amidst the inhospitable peaks...

Still slaking the Greatwater from coat, the spider loped haggardly through the Hollow like a phantom, weaving through the darkness on autopilot. Breaths unfurled from spliced jaws in great billows of heated precipitation, lanky appendages demanding the spider give up. Heart within chest would not have that surrender and so the Delta ran harder, drowning out the sound of the night with the thrumming of blood within ears. 

Perhaps it was a glint of light that prompted the lanky wolf to slow strides, attention shifting just quick enough to catch the figure of something familiar. Wide paws gripped terrain and steadied gait into a halt, whirling around to face none other than Nanuk. His beta. His secret. Ears pricked forward, sides heaving with the effort to breathe from heady pace.