Redsand Canyon Such a dark destiny

The thing about these mountains was...
Nyra knew them too.
Too well, given the many months she herself spent within these peaks, especially before their first move. She knew them inside and out. Had never truly forgotten them and their many pathways.

The Warmaiden picked up speed behind Crowfeather as she got ever closer.
She knew who to watch for, who to smell for, assuming he would live long enough to try again.

She silently dared him to try again. He would die if he did.

 The Grandmaster pushed herself to match his speed as closely as possible. While she wasn't as nimble or quite as able to change course as quickly, she was hellbent.
And so, Nyra pushed herself even harder. And somehow even harder than that.

And she shot forward with her fangs again, willing herself and fate to catch this damn brat by the hind leg, specifically as it elongated.
If not, the Grandmaster would chase him a while longer before turning to go home.

It was time to move, regardless.