The Sentinels the road to hell is paved with adverbs

It isn't difficult to keep up with the other wolf; they are relatively similar in build, although the shadow is taller and likely older. He feels the difference in the depressions left by their steps - they are deeper, and the tactile boy thinks this is because of the additional weight of muscle. He doesn't want to get too close in case the trail turns too sharply or the shadow rebounds upon him. If faced with fang or flight, he would choose flight - no question.

The boy deftly follows, but grows ignorant to the absence of strides; he doesn't notice that the stranger has stopped until it is too late, and as they blend in with the surroundings Komet is left to stumble, tangling himself on his own long limbs, as he tries to avoid trampling up against the wolf. He sees the flash of golden eyes and half freezes, but the momentum of his prancing steps carries him forward regardless - right in to the stranger's haunch.

He feels his chin clip against the top of their hip, his teeth scything together with a loud clattering, and he pulls backwards. For a moment the sylvan creature resembles a racing hound who has lost the target of their course, and he sinks backwards a few frenzied steps, sitting down abruptly, at which point the throbbing in his jaws and throat becomes more noticable, and he grimaces.