Deepwood Weald Lost without you

Pluto smothered a snicker at the screeching of the enraged female as she plunged into the grasses, hearing the blind blundering of her large paws as she crashed through the long, emerald stalks without the common sense needed to just halt her rampage to sniff the air for the coyote's scent. Silently, the small canine clawed at the earth with one of his small paws, uprooting another pebble (or a clod of dirt, he was uncertain) before once again gingerly grasping it in his maw. Pluto waited in silence, tracking the large, chocolate furred wolf by merely pricking his large ears and listening for the sounds of her wild sprint. Soon, he could hear the sound becoming louder, the earth practically beginning to shake as the small male reared his head back and tossed the stone, once again turning and sprinting away before even seeing if he had actually hit anything. He didn't care, he was having fun riling up this nutcase, and with another cackle, the tiny carnivore erupted from the edge of the grasses and dove back into the forest.

Was the female even following anymore? Pluto didn't want to look, he'd rather run half way across the world than be humiliated and torn apart from some rabid seawolf. His breathes came in large gasps as he dove through undergrowth and around trees, small chest rapidly expanding and shrinking as his tiny paws moved as a grey blur, ears pinned against his skull as he flew across the forest earth. He had managed to lose the wolf before by darting between trees and under bushes, so maybe he could do it again? Pluto double-taked, suddenly shoving his paws into the ground as he pivoted around, turning back towards the way he came before leaping to the right, diving further into the forest and not halting his sprint.