Bramblepoint the great hereafter

@Titmouse!

"Kid! Kid, get back here! Bastard!"

He ran. Away from the man with the scarred face. Away from his gruelling training. Away. His legs were no match for the adult wolf's longer ones, though Redshank was small and cunning. He hid within foul-smelling bushes and travelled along lake edges to hide his scent. He didn't stop until he was certain the man had either lost his trail completely or had given up the search. He intended to never see the male — Sol — again. He had already stolen him away before; Redshank would not go back.

The sun was just beginning to set by the time the boy arrived upon a dark forest, the fruity smell that emanated from it causing him to scrunch up his nose in disgust. He would have to deal with it, though; his main task now was finding a place to rest for the night. His legs ached, breath coming out in laboured pants as he trailed sluggishly through the brambles and bushes. Golden eyes that gleamed in the darkness focused on spots below the trees, keeping an eye out for any hollows in amongst the gnarled and twisted roots. Surely there was some den here he could nestle in for the night.