Great Bear Wilderness pale touch

It was a mess of moving bodies and flailing limbs; the snap of teeth and hoofbeats against the dry earth. Dirge found himself able to keep tabs on where the doe was going as much as he was able to see what his companion was doing. They seemed to mesh well with one another, reading the subtle shifts in the terrain and the doe’s frantic actions to guide her further away from her destination and more towards where they wanted her to go.

It wasn’t easy work, but it was manageable—she finally veered in the direction that they wanted her to go and Dirge let her spring ahead with some haste. Let her tire herself, let her gambol into the uncharted territory that did not contain relative safety. This would give him the opportunity to watch his fellow work now that the chase was on, and the pair could stay out of the range of her kicks and bucks to throw them further off.

A brief smile plastered itself across his maw as they ran on, only to morph into a snarl as he moved to snap after her again, to spur her on and weary whatever resolve she thought she still had against them. He hadn’t seen a good opening to try and take her down and with just the two of them, acting too soon would spell disaster in their endeavor.