Redsand Canyon Like you held onto Light

He would hear her. A wolf which only, and only could, move throughout the night, Hemlocke had been quite accustom to each and every sound. A wolf, as any could see and hear in the dark, though it was forced to a life of this and only this. But he didnt care. Lost and lonely within his own mind, Hemlocke wanted to be found out, hoped to, if only to find a means to end the cursed life which he had been granted. 

But she, as quick as the large beast might have thought she was, was not quicker then the Thinman. It was instinct which caused him to move, despite having come here with every intention to be offed, per the might of the great stripped beast and his heirloom. 

As she comes thundering towards him through the rocky red terrain, his body suddenly tenses, long legs hunching down in order to spring into action at the right instant. He lurches away, nearly toppling over himself in the process as long legs scramble into action. He feels her teeth pierce into the skin of the side of his neck, buried under the dark, sleek coat of his. Hot warmth, his blood spilt already as he was quick enough to avoid her slam but not her entire attack as a whole. 

He could outrun her, this much he knew, and the shadow began to run, run as fast as his long legs could carry him. But not away. No, he ran further into the cannon, further into their territory. But for whom and why? Towards a wolf he barely knew, towards the last creature who had ever spoken to him now months ago. 

But he could only run so hard, for so long and eventually those great beasts behind him would catch up...