Blackfeather Woods i'm so low that my scrotum's almost dragging up on the concrete

He knows they cannot go undetected for long; first one scent, wreathing through the air, then something behind. . .

Then Tegan is making an ass of himself once more, screaming vulgarities and whirling around, and Llewellyn is just about to try and shut him up once more when the rush of pawsteps and a darker shadow against the dim light of the forest whirls away. Unaware of the pup that has just arrived on the scene, too, Llewellyn races after the fugitive, lips curled in a snarl.

He is silent death, bearing down on the Blackfeather wolf from behind. Soon he will be upon her, and she will lead him to Ceara. . .wherever they have her hidden.

exit Llew!