Boartusk Heights ours is to smile at your passing, friend

iliksis' dull, ophidian gaze trailed the two wolves as they bumbled, and fumbled -- and then quickly made their leave.

he did not slacken in his pace. all the same, his manner of chase was poised and subdued, as if he were indeed some trappist or ambush predator, seeking to drive their stamina to its limits before he closed in.

in spidery gait, the male pursued - but as the two put distance under their heated paws, iliksis gradually drifted. for a while he would entertain the sport of pressing on hideously when they occasionally glanced back, but eventually he too faded into the backdrop, and was seen no more.