Precarious Situation

OOC: Thank you, Tyrande! At least YOU'RE nice! Lol.

IC: Macawi's blood ran cold when she realized that her usual evading tactics would not work on these two wolves. So, she did what anyone else would do: she ran. Behind her, she could hear them in hot pursuit, practically breathing down her neck.

She called behind her shoulder, "Macawi has not crossed these Wolves' borders! Why chase her? Why are all Wolves mean to Coyote? So stubborn they are! Macawi wants only to be friends, but do her Cousins listen? No. Of course not!"

With a huff of irritation, she continued running, vaguely wondering if they would ever stop.