Whitebark Stream An exercise in futility

Palisander stood close to Isley. "Go. I will see you in our meadow," he spoke back urgently and nudged her to get her going. He wanted her to get out of here and it seemed that now was her best way to escape she was not her fastest with the injuries she might be sporting. Palisander instantly turned around and watched the giant charge at the black male. His heart sunk a bit because he would almost feel bad for leaving the black one take a fall for them.

Palisander was sometimes a bit arrogant but only about the things he was confident about. Fighting was not one of them. As the male seemed engrossed with the black male Palisander snuck around the two and dashed forward in a different direction than Isley left. He moved through the rushing water behind the fight and then ran so fast his life depended on it. He was not proud of this moment but he was certain that if he would fight this brute he would be end up being his dinner. Palisander rather wanted to live, hence why he needed this trickery. With a huge loop he navigated his way back to the meadow he met Isley.

-Pali out! -