Duck Lake :o :p :3

The woman was right with him, lost in the chase as well and unable to will herself to slow. She knows where she is and the terrain does not catch her off guard. It's a heated chase, at least to the black wolf, and she's ready to run for days, wherever the male wants to go she's keen on going. She just wants to run. 

The male turns back only once, but this one time was a mistake, and Ilya watches as he trips over something. She skids to a halt, not concerned that he had fallen. She looked to what he had tripped over, an expression of shock and guilt washed over her face. The black wolf whimpers, and she attempts to communicate what she is feeling, but she can't. She feels nothing but shock and guilt, sitting and staring with her jaws parted. Did she do this? Is this her fault? She whines again, nosing at the stiff body. She did not know this wolf. She was not her friend, she was not even a passive loner. She was hot-headed and rude, and Ilya disliked her. But now, seeing her as she was, the black female was unable to think. She only felt guilt. She wondered if her running partner had known this wolf, she wished to know her name.