Silverlight Terrace These bonds are far from broken

The two white wolves broke apart, Potema still (to her surprise) holding the bone tight in her mouth. The girl stared at the woman, breathing heavily as she looked over the ragged creature in front of her. Potema felt a sneer flicker across her mouth as the woman spat out blood, knowing she did some internal damage that would slowly harm the woman rather than a brutal attack now. It was the slow kill, the lasting pain that Potema enjoyed.

Potema took this standstill to again flee the fight. With her precious cargo still far from its destination, fights were a thing to be avoided or fled from. Potema, already wrapped in a fight, chose the latter, taking one last opportunity to finally flee. Turning as swiftly as she could with her large bundle and running as fast as possible, Potema hoped to gain enough distance from the older woman to secure her, and the bone's, safety.