Lion Head Mesa postscript: it was a terrible animal always feeding itself

The tip of her tongue tastes blood, giving her the push forward. She made her contact, a warning, and now she’ll be on her way. The last push is all she needs to slip by, losing all feeling of the wolf upon her. Her feet hit the ground hard, urging herself down the way but the fog above them blocks out most of the light and she isn’t all familiar with their surroundings. As Iliksis catches up to her, she’s more focused on her goal and misses him until he lunges and slams into her, latching on to the back of her neck. Her feet wipe out beneath her with such speed and she hits the ground hard, wheezing a strain breath as the air escapes her left lung.