Deepwood Weald to wield old partisans in hands as old

Fade here? :) This was lots of fun!

Perhaps he grew slack in his pursuit for just a fraction of a second - but that was all it took. She grabbed for the opportunity and turned the tables upon him. When suddenly her teeth flashed before his eyes, Ailithir did the natural thing and bared his own to meet them; there was a clash of fang-on-fang and his ears slicked back upon his silver head. The wolf did not want to hurt her - yet she did not yeild to the natural law as he did, and in that moment of indecision she was gone. Although he heard her steps through the wood clearly, Ailithir had no method of pursuit; he dove after her through the vegetation and came upon an obstacle, then hastened in his chase, and came upon another.

The wolf would spend a little time pacing and searching for her scent - either to commit to memory for a future hunt or merely in trying to continue the current one - but he would not be successful, and eventually be forced to move on. There were others he could pursue; perhaps his Titania would take another form, or several? The pressure of the season had driven him this far and Ailithir, intent on finding the girl again or a replacement, would not allow himself to fail.