Silvertip Mountain No one's gonna save me

With a quickness he appreciated, the woman was beside him, stalking forward in a way that bespoke of no fear of darkness, no fear of the unknown. Mouth splitting into a toothy grin, Stjornuati pressed onwards, into the dark with his companion alonside him. Deeper and deeper they went, matching each other stride for stride, breath for breath.

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There! He shot forward, snapping his jaws at the movement that flashed before him. Teeth clicked on empty space but the man was quick enough to recover, drawing back for that the woman could shoot her shot. He would follow her closely, just in case the hare eluded her as well.