Blackfeather Woods the gull’s way and the whale’s way

[table width=80%][tr][td]The sheepdog did not cower at the mere sight of her nor was she perplexed by the personification of night itself. Brows furrowed slight as she began her chase again, not needing to run long before the thin mute's scruff was caught between two sets of strong teeth. You understand me. She nearly ordered, voice slightly muffled and soft. Listen to me. Even with the other's scruff in her mouth did her slight accent pull through. Come with me - I will give you freedom through a safer passage. No one will suspect you, as long as you are with me. It was a bold promise, Nyx knew, but the wanderer knew even the tunnels by heart. Their captive running 'round their territory would be a riskier way of escape.[/tr][/td][/table]