Blackfeather Woods cyfrifo

The panicked woman hurtled after the golden male, she had lost ground surely but she will outlast him. She had to. Her autumn legs were a blur of colour, it wasn't unlike churning blood, and she pushed her self to go faster before he conducted wicked misfortunes in the forest. The enraged woman would not stand for it. She slowed a fraction, just enough, to lower her nose to the ground and seek his trail. 

A wolf burst from the undergrowth before them and latched itself onto Yakone with a wild screech. He barked and twisted, shouting for her to run. She paused before launched herself at the wolf attacking her would-be mate. Together they butchered the creature, but not before he was too injured to leave with her...blood ran freely from his neck and underbelly, she had not the medical knowledge to stop it, and lowered himself to the ground with a pitiful whine of the death he could see swiftly approaching to detach his mind from the world. 

Flicker stumbled as the memory clouded her conscious. Not again; and now she had a scent to track. She pressed onwards again to hunt her quarry without so much as another thought to what had happened with the grey male and pup she'd left behind. Should she find herself on the tail Llewellyn shortly, she would call to him, "Stop being a coward and turn to face me."