Meadowlark Prairie Thanks For the Memories Even Though They Weren't So Great

Lunae ran - much to her persuer's delight. He made a high, screeching kee-kee-kee! sound as he thundered across the frozen ground - a mad-man's laugh by any definition. "NOM NOM NOMS," he yelled by way of reply, curving left and upping the pace with a hoarse grunt. It was his intention to encircle Lunae, using her travel-weary state to his advantage. All the while, Kishar spouted some hybrid of nonsense and a threat. "Sh-sh-sh-tap skittering now, don't want you tough, gotta s-s-s-s-sloooooow cook you HAHAHA ON THE WILDFIRES!"

There wasn't much to Meadowlark Prairie; places to hide were few and far between and it seemed uninhabited - no hope of a pack taking pity. A quick survey would tell the little wolf that she had very few options - try her luck in the nearest forest, or lead Kishar over treacherous ground and pray for a misstep.

Some options for Lunae's escape - use if you like! :)

1 — Trick Kishar into running over gopher tunnels and hope he hurts his leg
2 — Run for the nearest thicket of bramble and crawl under it; hope that Kishar is too big to follow
3 — Run for the nearest forest