Otter Creek straight for the knife

Again Finn relied on the nimbleness of his feet to save him from getting in trouble, more than once the young silver boy had to retreat from a set of angry jaws that longed to meet his perfect pelt. But it was the first time he fled from a feline, let alone an albino one.

Oh, feet don't fail me now, he pleaded as he continued to zoom along the flatlands. He then felt something pull of the hairs of his tail and knew the cougar was gaining on him. But what the facility to weave and zig-zag Finn possesed was enough to give him a bit of advantage.

Without stopping to check wheter the odious creature was still behind him, he called, "Go home!".