Deepwood Weald Run; As Your Life Depends On It

[size=medium]The faux fox like creature’s heart beats at a life threatening pace as her paws thump through the snow. She’s swiftly dodging the naked trees that stretch an uncomfortable distance above her. Jumping over their fallen cousins and slipping on the nearly frozen bits of dirt that have iced over, she’s quickly running out of breath and she can usually run fairly far at a moderately fast pace. [/size]

[size=medium]Continuing to break her neck to check behind her she doesn’t see anything, but she knows it’s following. It captures all of her attention and is the focal point of her survival at this very moment, so yes, one could call her distracted. So distracted that she doesn’t even catch the figure she’s quickly approaching.[/size]

[size=medium]The mist is too thick for her to see too far ahead, she’s too preoccupied by checking her rear that when she smashes into something it feels like a car crash. The miniature wolf whimpers as she sees stars in her vision, her head spinning. Though the thought of death is a preoccupied thought that she can’t seem to forget and she shakes her head violently to force the enthralling urge to pass out.[/size]

[size=medium]Whatever she’s hit feels as solid as a tree while also having a squishy undertone and something soft. She wills her golden eyes open, they’re rapidly blinking but then become wide as those yellow orbs land on what’s in front on her, or what she’s basically on top of. [/size]

[size=medium]It’s a wolf of some kind. The figure is tall, (especially compared to her) muscular in stature and bulk. His coat is of the palest whites, coal markings circle his eyes giving him that sickeningly dead look that she’s never seen on another animal before. Then those blood red eyes with the ring of peculiar blue. [/size]

[size=medium]She’s awestruck by his uniqueness and it does nothing to slow her breathing or heart rate. She scrambles off of the male, where they were basically chest to chest she scoots away, kicking up snow. Her mouth open wide, canines sticking out, tongue hanging as she pants. Ears lie back against her skull and occasionally face backwards. She’s terrified of the cat surely still on her tail but she has new company to worry about as well.[/size]

[size=medium]She gazes up to him while frantically looking back. “I need to pass...” her feminine voice pants. “I’m being stalked.” She says as to not start conflict and pass by unharmed, while also not wanting to start another chase with her new opponent.[/size]