Blackfeather Woods cyfrifo

He is not yet upon the dark woman when pawsteps a ways behind him catch his ears; they swivel to find a taunt, biting against the cool night air. A snarl rips its way through his throat, and he resists the urge to turn and face the mystery warrior--or so she presumes to be--instead continuing to chase down his quarry.

He cannot resist, though, a shot fired back.

You call me a coward? Llewellyn hollers, his voice carrying over the wind of his pursuit. Me a coward, and your pack holding innocent wolves hostage? I will be damned if I let you worms get away with this!"

But there are bigger concerns, like trapping the one who fled. She may be scared and vulnerable enough to give him the answers he seeks.