Redtail Rise Rat queen

Running, running, running.

The coyote did not look back until he had exhausted his heart, his legs, and his lungs. Only then did Draper begin to slow, glancing over his shoulder. The wolf was nowhere to be found, and for that, he was thankful. The rest of the day would be spent resting, tending to his wounds, and remaining on high alert. This particular wolf had been murderous for no apparent reason, and Draper did not wish to meet him again.

Every rustle of leaves startled him, causing his wounds to ache, but eventually he would settle into a fitful sleep, far away from the psychopath.