Redtail Rise IX

it does, indeed, separate into two.

a brief spray of insect guts against her muzzle, and then she's running after him, gleefully incensed at his theft. she's faster than the burly white wolf, and begins to catch him up quickly.

still, she does not loosen her hold on the centipede half she still possesses, and perhaps that will be her downfall.

no teeth bared toward him. no nips. just chase.

her throat vibrates with a croon, urging him to cease his flight and come back to her.